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So, in the past couple of days,
Jess had a wonderful party that I puked my guts up at (the second time in ten years that I've vomited, and the first time because of alcohol-- of course, I consumed a good deal of high-proof stuff on an empty stomach, so it wasn't too surprising...),
Eric had a birthday, we bought airsoft guns and shot the shit out of each other (I never thought I'd enjoy guns so much, seeing as I'm kinda against them and all),
Dorian lost his job and totalled his car (he's amazing, but the car really wasn't his fault),
and I got pulled over for running a stop sign tonight. NOBODY STOPS AT THAT SIGN, YOU CUNT.
Whoooo. Long coupla days. This is what happens when I get five days off in a row. Damnit. I need to work more to compensate now.
Not to mention money...
If we had more money, I'd be up for an epic adventure of some sort, like Jon and Eric and I used to do, but-- I'm not the epic driving type, and we really can't afford the gas. At least I'm not in as much debt and shit as Eric and Dorian. I know all this will work itself out, life tends to, but its still a bit nerve-wracking and cigarette-needing while its happening. The irony is when I can afford it least, is when I smoke the most. Piss.
And then... I've slipped in and out of this weird stupor lately. Just this detachment from reality. Normally I can pick out the specific reason, but I honestly can't figure it out now. I don't mind. Its like catching a cold after a long period of healthiness-- an event that in itself is not normalcy, but allows one to recognise normalcy when it returns. Like seeing an old friend who's moved away. Enough with the similies.
I suppose thats it for now. Work has been surprisingly OK recently, especially after the whole suspension-thing. Not that that's going to continue, but its certainly pleasant while it happens. Kevin showed up at work randomly, and gave all the girls he used to work with a long-stemmed rose. It completely made my day. And Wendy, Jon, and I went out for gelato, because there's this place near the pier that sells it, and she didn't know where it was. Saturday Marco and I work together, so we're going to bring 'tonsa food' and maybe make work fun.
Jess had a wonderful party that I puked my guts up at (the second time in ten years that I've vomited, and the first time because of alcohol-- of course, I consumed a good deal of high-proof stuff on an empty stomach, so it wasn't too surprising...),
Eric had a birthday, we bought airsoft guns and shot the shit out of each other (I never thought I'd enjoy guns so much, seeing as I'm kinda against them and all),
Dorian lost his job and totalled his car (he's amazing, but the car really wasn't his fault),
and I got pulled over for running a stop sign tonight. NOBODY STOPS AT THAT SIGN, YOU CUNT.
Whoooo. Long coupla days. This is what happens when I get five days off in a row. Damnit. I need to work more to compensate now.
Not to mention money...
If we had more money, I'd be up for an epic adventure of some sort, like Jon and Eric and I used to do, but-- I'm not the epic driving type, and we really can't afford the gas. At least I'm not in as much debt and shit as Eric and Dorian. I know all this will work itself out, life tends to, but its still a bit nerve-wracking and cigarette-needing while its happening. The irony is when I can afford it least, is when I smoke the most. Piss.
And then... I've slipped in and out of this weird stupor lately. Just this detachment from reality. Normally I can pick out the specific reason, but I honestly can't figure it out now. I don't mind. Its like catching a cold after a long period of healthiness-- an event that in itself is not normalcy, but allows one to recognise normalcy when it returns. Like seeing an old friend who's moved away. Enough with the similies.
I suppose thats it for now. Work has been surprisingly OK recently, especially after the whole suspension-thing. Not that that's going to continue, but its certainly pleasant while it happens. Kevin showed up at work randomly, and gave all the girls he used to work with a long-stemmed rose. It completely made my day. And Wendy, Jon, and I went out for gelato, because there's this place near the pier that sells it, and she didn't know where it was. Saturday Marco and I work together, so we're going to bring 'tonsa food' and maybe make work fun.