cinco de motherfucker, motherfucker.
rusty tells me that i have a really weird sleep schedule. i tell rusty that this is just the way i like to do things. katherine told me once a long time ago that i don't do anything half-assed; i think she was mainly talking about my smoking habit, but still, maybe she was on to something. i do tend to force myself into trends, intense periods of fascination with certain things, attempts to stop sleeping or stop the very passage of time, to learn calculus or read the collected works of james joyce. anyway, the point was that i slept all day yesterday and i am now staying up all night. i have to go to work later, i think. i am not really sure.
[happy birthday, katherine, in that i-know-that-you-don't-read-this-anyway manner that i fucking love writing]
my grammar has improved.
i went bowling last night. my score was decent--a 120-something. it was kind of strange to be there with those people; i mean, yes, rusty is my boy, but being around erin makes me slightly uncomfortable, and beth just scares the shit out of me (david was nice, though). i still have really good form, though--i had a few very solid strikes, and in general, i was impressed by my abilities in hurling a ball and shit and knocking it over. the shoes were fucking hot, too.
after bowling, i went to baja and had a few coronas with brynn and dee. dee had some funny ass shit to say, mostly about salsa verde. there was a really drunk guy there, and it was his birthday, and all night i threatened to tell him that it was brynn's birthday, too. ha. i waited in line to use the restroom, and proceeded to do so after a young lady came out, leaving a white powder residue on the sink/counter. as a result, the topic of conversation for the night was drugs.
dee and i walked home afterwards, and talked the talk about the ice princess. apparently, everyone lives at the intersection of 14th and Wertland. i must also live there.
today is Sybil's last day on earth. she wants to die. goodbye, my sweet.
[happy birthday, katherine, in that i-know-that-you-don't-read-this-anyway manner that i fucking love writing]
my grammar has improved.
i went bowling last night. my score was decent--a 120-something. it was kind of strange to be there with those people; i mean, yes, rusty is my boy, but being around erin makes me slightly uncomfortable, and beth just scares the shit out of me (david was nice, though). i still have really good form, though--i had a few very solid strikes, and in general, i was impressed by my abilities in hurling a ball and shit and knocking it over. the shoes were fucking hot, too.
after bowling, i went to baja and had a few coronas with brynn and dee. dee had some funny ass shit to say, mostly about salsa verde. there was a really drunk guy there, and it was his birthday, and all night i threatened to tell him that it was brynn's birthday, too. ha. i waited in line to use the restroom, and proceeded to do so after a young lady came out, leaving a white powder residue on the sink/counter. as a result, the topic of conversation for the night was drugs.
dee and i walked home afterwards, and talked the talk about the ice princess. apparently, everyone lives at the intersection of 14th and Wertland. i must also live there.
today is Sybil's last day on earth. she wants to die. goodbye, my sweet.