friggen office.
doing the weekly office cleaning today. well, getting ready to do it. i ate their apples. this mornin i went to my wife's church. i love singing. the sermon included a long section abouT how people owe god %10 of their earnings. What? someone want to explain that to me? is that all christian faiths? so now i feel bad about going there, since i haven't paid anything. so now what? do i pay the church %10 of everything i ever earned? or just %10 of the amount I earn the weeks that i am able to go? or since i'm a non-believer, would it be blasphemy for me to pay "god"?
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KEYBOARD DIARRHEA WARNING
Really, don't bother reading the rest this. I'm not exactly awake, and not good a following through with my points. the stories trail off.
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anyway.. the big message for the day was "what were you thinking?" or how they put it in spanish "Que estabas pensando?" ahhh... i want to go on and explain some crap about secrets and stuff, but i don't feel right spilling it. and i don't feel right about not feeling right about telling y'all my stuffs. errg...
so today i did the church thing, then they had a food thing afterward. rice, beans, chicken, salad type.. YUM! Marisol paid for me. I didn't even think she was going. she said something about going to framingham and getting some cold weather clothes. my wife has only been in the u.s. for a year so she still doesn't have much fall/winter attire. so yeah, i was sitting there in the church and SURPRISE Marisol came and sat in my row. She was very glad to see me there. She is such a sweetheart. Gosh i love this lady.
rainy weekend, i put in a lot of overtime at the hospital keeping it dry inside. should be a good check to help me catch up on some stuff. I owe my savings account big time. Still no real bed in my place. I'm going to build a big stand for the waterbed. I want it to be tall enough to slide my rubbermaid totes under for storage. I haven't started in on that project yet because of low funds, and there was sposda be a party at my place yesterday. it was rainy so we canceled. Carlos Etiene from work just turned 28 and asked to have a brazilian party at my house. Too rainy though.
Next weekend is the Alzheimer's walk. I'm hoping to go to maine friday night and stay till sunday night. gotta call people to hang out. if no one wants to spend time with me then i'm not going. that's happened a couple times. I get all jazzed to go up to maine and hang out, then i get there and i can't get a hold of anyone, i go to gritty's for a few pints, take a nap in a weird place, and miss the good old hobo days.
When i arrived at this office today i just sat in the car and listened to NPR's "wait, wait, don't tell me." After a while it started cutting out. turns out i was sitting there with my car lights on, and the battery drained. so i'm stuck here for now. maybe i'll call Marisol to help me. I don't want her to see what a mess my car is. last week after court i went to a big'ol salvation army. i bought a bunch of sexy tight lady denim, a few pairs of work pants, gypsy skirt, and about 30 records. $60 altogether. considering that you can hardly get A SINGLE PAIR of jeans for sixty dollishes, i think i made out like a bandit. i'm looking for an opportunity to go out looking pretty again. for now i'm uncomfortable seeing people that know me. hell i'm married, so what does it matter. i did see a girl that i wanted to talk to though. it was like 2 am at the hospital, i think she was just staying with a patient, grandmother or something. she came out of the bathroom and walked by in her pj's. just flops, big baggy sweatpants rolled up to the knees, and a plain t-shirt. clearly no brazier. curly hair and freckles, just my type. got me all shook up, but obviously i couldn't go talk to her. i'm married, i was at work, and she may have not been quite 18 yet. What i'm trying to say is that my car is a mess with clothes, records, and work equipment, and i'd really like to impress somebody enough so that they cuddle and watch movies with me.
i went to get some x-rays on my foot. steel toe boots are fuckin up my feet. its all work related, so the company covered it. apparently its just some bruising, and they gave me a prescription for ibuprofen. HAHAhahaha. the script was for the 800mg ones, but come on... friggen ibuprofen.
i went to get the cats immunized. the petco was only 30 miles away. trying to find it i went over 100 miles and got there a half hour after they stopped the immunization clinic. friggen frustration. stress makes your immune system weak. smile and eat oranges, if you want to make it through flu season.
i'm livin, floatin around, workin, trying to plan trips to maine and buffalo, lookin for a spoon, trying to get my apartment and cats in order. i keep looking at the bottle of pills, and thinking about freezing in the ocean. when i think about stuff like that, the big thing that stops me is my debts. as long as i'm in debt, don't worry about me. gotta get this office cleaned. i want to take a nap for a week, like i did when i got those Klonapins from Sundance. i didn't have a job, so it saved a lot of money and frustration to just sleep.
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KEYBOARD DIARRHEA WARNING
Really, don't bother reading the rest this. I'm not exactly awake, and not good a following through with my points. the stories trail off.
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anyway.. the big message for the day was "what were you thinking?" or how they put it in spanish "Que estabas pensando?" ahhh... i want to go on and explain some crap about secrets and stuff, but i don't feel right spilling it. and i don't feel right about not feeling right about telling y'all my stuffs. errg...
so today i did the church thing, then they had a food thing afterward. rice, beans, chicken, salad type.. YUM! Marisol paid for me. I didn't even think she was going. she said something about going to framingham and getting some cold weather clothes. my wife has only been in the u.s. for a year so she still doesn't have much fall/winter attire. so yeah, i was sitting there in the church and SURPRISE Marisol came and sat in my row. She was very glad to see me there. She is such a sweetheart. Gosh i love this lady.
rainy weekend, i put in a lot of overtime at the hospital keeping it dry inside. should be a good check to help me catch up on some stuff. I owe my savings account big time. Still no real bed in my place. I'm going to build a big stand for the waterbed. I want it to be tall enough to slide my rubbermaid totes under for storage. I haven't started in on that project yet because of low funds, and there was sposda be a party at my place yesterday. it was rainy so we canceled. Carlos Etiene from work just turned 28 and asked to have a brazilian party at my house. Too rainy though.
Next weekend is the Alzheimer's walk. I'm hoping to go to maine friday night and stay till sunday night. gotta call people to hang out. if no one wants to spend time with me then i'm not going. that's happened a couple times. I get all jazzed to go up to maine and hang out, then i get there and i can't get a hold of anyone, i go to gritty's for a few pints, take a nap in a weird place, and miss the good old hobo days.
When i arrived at this office today i just sat in the car and listened to NPR's "wait, wait, don't tell me." After a while it started cutting out. turns out i was sitting there with my car lights on, and the battery drained. so i'm stuck here for now. maybe i'll call Marisol to help me. I don't want her to see what a mess my car is. last week after court i went to a big'ol salvation army. i bought a bunch of sexy tight lady denim, a few pairs of work pants, gypsy skirt, and about 30 records. $60 altogether. considering that you can hardly get A SINGLE PAIR of jeans for sixty dollishes, i think i made out like a bandit. i'm looking for an opportunity to go out looking pretty again. for now i'm uncomfortable seeing people that know me. hell i'm married, so what does it matter. i did see a girl that i wanted to talk to though. it was like 2 am at the hospital, i think she was just staying with a patient, grandmother or something. she came out of the bathroom and walked by in her pj's. just flops, big baggy sweatpants rolled up to the knees, and a plain t-shirt. clearly no brazier. curly hair and freckles, just my type. got me all shook up, but obviously i couldn't go talk to her. i'm married, i was at work, and she may have not been quite 18 yet. What i'm trying to say is that my car is a mess with clothes, records, and work equipment, and i'd really like to impress somebody enough so that they cuddle and watch movies with me.
i went to get some x-rays on my foot. steel toe boots are fuckin up my feet. its all work related, so the company covered it. apparently its just some bruising, and they gave me a prescription for ibuprofen. HAHAhahaha. the script was for the 800mg ones, but come on... friggen ibuprofen.
i went to get the cats immunized. the petco was only 30 miles away. trying to find it i went over 100 miles and got there a half hour after they stopped the immunization clinic. friggen frustration. stress makes your immune system weak. smile and eat oranges, if you want to make it through flu season.
i'm livin, floatin around, workin, trying to plan trips to maine and buffalo, lookin for a spoon, trying to get my apartment and cats in order. i keep looking at the bottle of pills, and thinking about freezing in the ocean. when i think about stuff like that, the big thing that stops me is my debts. as long as i'm in debt, don't worry about me. gotta get this office cleaned. i want to take a nap for a week, like i did when i got those Klonapins from Sundance. i didn't have a job, so it saved a lot of money and frustration to just sleep.