The children in the subway eating apple cores, is anybody listening?
They're coming out with a movie for Running With Scissors. Better yet, it's made by the producers of Nip/Tuck. Last night was the season finale. Quentin's a douche bag and Julia's baby's going to be retarded. Great.
Today was a hard day at work. Fred called this morning and said to come sometime between 12 and 1, so I showed up at 12:20ish. Cameron was up, but just hanging out in his room. I read some of Naked and then talked to Jesse for a while before Kevin and his buddy showed up. We all hung out and talked and watched old game shows on GSN for a few hours. Cameron passed out around three and I fell asleep on the couch watching television. Jesse woke me up and gave me this bookmark he made for me for Christmas. I left and picked up some Subway for dinner. Then I went to the Baumgartner's. The kids were still eating when I got there so I sat on the couch and finished up my book. Then their parent's and Jess went out and the kids watched The Grinch until seven. We watched Wheel of Fortune and I ate my sub. They came home at seven and I hung out with Jess. We watched that show Deal or No Deal or whatever it's called. Then they gave me some really warm and fuzzy socks for Christmas and I left. I made seventy bucks today. No stress, no dumb questions, no complaining customers or assholes to deal with. The kids love me. We play chase and dance to music and joke around a lot. Cameron even likes me now. He just smiles and says hi and asks me to make him food now and then.
Tonight, while dissing the second half of a Head Automatica CD, I was reminded of how much I used to love Bobby Brown when I was little. Mostly that song Don't Be Cruel. I want to find the home video of me, my sister, and Amanda doing that dance to it. I love the fact that I have home videos of me doing stupid stuff like that when I was little.
Skylar's coming over on Friday on account of her day care being closed. I seriously can't remember the last time I had Skylar to myself. It had to be some Sunday in the beginning of August sometime before I was picking up the Reamer kids from church. And speaking of church, ever since I told Renae that I don't believe in god, she's been laying the christian stuff on kind of thick. The bible tells us this and the bible tells us that. The only thing the bible tells us is that those guys did all the natural hallucinogens before they had to be bought. But on the same hand, I'm not turned off to religion. If one day it hits me that god is real and I'm a sinner and blah blah blah, then so be it.
I've been thinking about Rob intermittently for the past week or so. Ever since I had that dream about him being at the dojo and refusing to come back to that basement of his. Well, maybe he'll be the youngest store manager in Stop n' Shop history. That still sounds pathetic when stacked next to his original aspirations. Being the best student in a no-name dojo or the best employee in a Staten Island grocery market isn't quite what you had in mind, eh? But if you were anything special you would've already composed your first symphony. Should've said fuck the promotion, I'm already home. But if you can't be the best of the best, at least you can be the best of the lower tier.
Better go brush my teeth.
Today was a hard day at work. Fred called this morning and said to come sometime between 12 and 1, so I showed up at 12:20ish. Cameron was up, but just hanging out in his room. I read some of Naked and then talked to Jesse for a while before Kevin and his buddy showed up. We all hung out and talked and watched old game shows on GSN for a few hours. Cameron passed out around three and I fell asleep on the couch watching television. Jesse woke me up and gave me this bookmark he made for me for Christmas. I left and picked up some Subway for dinner. Then I went to the Baumgartner's. The kids were still eating when I got there so I sat on the couch and finished up my book. Then their parent's and Jess went out and the kids watched The Grinch until seven. We watched Wheel of Fortune and I ate my sub. They came home at seven and I hung out with Jess. We watched that show Deal or No Deal or whatever it's called. Then they gave me some really warm and fuzzy socks for Christmas and I left. I made seventy bucks today. No stress, no dumb questions, no complaining customers or assholes to deal with. The kids love me. We play chase and dance to music and joke around a lot. Cameron even likes me now. He just smiles and says hi and asks me to make him food now and then.
Tonight, while dissing the second half of a Head Automatica CD, I was reminded of how much I used to love Bobby Brown when I was little. Mostly that song Don't Be Cruel. I want to find the home video of me, my sister, and Amanda doing that dance to it. I love the fact that I have home videos of me doing stupid stuff like that when I was little.
Skylar's coming over on Friday on account of her day care being closed. I seriously can't remember the last time I had Skylar to myself. It had to be some Sunday in the beginning of August sometime before I was picking up the Reamer kids from church. And speaking of church, ever since I told Renae that I don't believe in god, she's been laying the christian stuff on kind of thick. The bible tells us this and the bible tells us that. The only thing the bible tells us is that those guys did all the natural hallucinogens before they had to be bought. But on the same hand, I'm not turned off to religion. If one day it hits me that god is real and I'm a sinner and blah blah blah, then so be it.
I've been thinking about Rob intermittently for the past week or so. Ever since I had that dream about him being at the dojo and refusing to come back to that basement of his. Well, maybe he'll be the youngest store manager in Stop n' Shop history. That still sounds pathetic when stacked next to his original aspirations. Being the best student in a no-name dojo or the best employee in a Staten Island grocery market isn't quite what you had in mind, eh? But if you were anything special you would've already composed your first symphony. Should've said fuck the promotion, I'm already home. But if you can't be the best of the best, at least you can be the best of the lower tier.
Better go brush my teeth.