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I think the best idea I have had in a long time is the idea I detailed to Kirsten Thursday night which goes like this:
I think for next year, I'm just not going to make any plans, that way when August comes and I have no where to go and no where to live and you won't let me live with you because I've already told you this plan, then I will just have to figure some shit and go somewhere else. And that will be that.
Having my mind made up for next year I hope you friends will be ready to extend their couches to me. I promise I will make you delicious blueberry pancakes for breakfast as long as you pay for the ingredients. WHAT A DEAL!
I've been telling this story for the last two days straight because I feel like the more I tell it the more and more comfortable I have to be with the fact that it happened. So on Thursday I had gotten like maybe four hours of drunken sleep and went to work. I was really sad because Angie had just left and winter is turning me into a big fool. And drinking, drinking gives me the shits sometimes. So I was sitting on the toliet at work, feeling bad for myself and reading an article about Billy Crystal and Jennifer Granholm in the Free Press, when all of the sudden this women burst into the bathroom and goes, OH MY GOD! That would have been bad enough but she sat in the Market for an HOUR AND A HALF eating a fish sandwhich. And everytime I looked at her I remembered that someone had seen me at what was probably my worst for the entire day.
I think for next year, I'm just not going to make any plans, that way when August comes and I have no where to go and no where to live and you won't let me live with you because I've already told you this plan, then I will just have to figure some shit and go somewhere else. And that will be that.
Having my mind made up for next year I hope you friends will be ready to extend their couches to me. I promise I will make you delicious blueberry pancakes for breakfast as long as you pay for the ingredients. WHAT A DEAL!
I've been telling this story for the last two days straight because I feel like the more I tell it the more and more comfortable I have to be with the fact that it happened. So on Thursday I had gotten like maybe four hours of drunken sleep and went to work. I was really sad because Angie had just left and winter is turning me into a big fool. And drinking, drinking gives me the shits sometimes. So I was sitting on the toliet at work, feeling bad for myself and reading an article about Billy Crystal and Jennifer Granholm in the Free Press, when all of the sudden this women burst into the bathroom and goes, OH MY GOD! That would have been bad enough but she sat in the Market for an HOUR AND A HALF eating a fish sandwhich. And everytime I looked at her I remembered that someone had seen me at what was probably my worst for the entire day.