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Since I crashed on my buddy's (amisplacedphile, and I'm not linking because I can't remember how and I don't care) couch for some reason (memory ended earlier in the night), I somehow managed to avoid the evil hangover fairy since she visited my house and I wasn't there.
Thought I was home free since even as 11 approached I was fine. But mother fucker, she's a persistent bitch that fairy and got past security at work and tagged me while I was busy working on something. And by working I mean staring for a while and shaking my head around until I remembered what it was I needed to remember. Ironically I don't remember what it is I was supposed to remember, even though I did remember it and did what I needed to do at that point in time. I think I'm going to just live minute by minute here people. Kinda like mr Memento, without the tats and poloroids, though that's not a bad idea (the pics, not the tats of who I'm supposed to kill).
For breakfast I had a donut. With sprinkles. Not my first choice, but when it's the only donut in the box, sometimes you just eat the fucking sprinkles. I shoudl've gotten a bagel, but it was 10am and I figured we were going to lunch at 11. Nope, it's 12 because that's what the bastard who drives said it was. I hate that guy and I'm going to spit on at least his tires if not his whole truck.
And for what it's worth, my mouth tastes like a piece of shit threw up in it. That was after brushing and listerining it.
The world is starting to spin, so I'm going to buckle in while I have the chance. Speaking of which, my temermental and barely working seatbelt clippy thing finally works again. Just as instantly as it started fucking up, it started working 100% perfectly again after a transitional 4 days of somewhat working. Sooo mr seat belt gremlin, I'm sorry we weren't on better terms but I'm glad you're gone finally.
I'm going to go now. Mostly because of that world spinning thing and it's time to eat, but somewhat because I'm rambling and I don't want to give you all a glimpse of what I'm going to be like when I'm old and senile. I haven't used the word glimpse in forever, I'm going to see how many times I can use it today without getting punched in the face.
Thought I was home free since even as 11 approached I was fine. But mother fucker, she's a persistent bitch that fairy and got past security at work and tagged me while I was busy working on something. And by working I mean staring for a while and shaking my head around until I remembered what it was I needed to remember. Ironically I don't remember what it is I was supposed to remember, even though I did remember it and did what I needed to do at that point in time. I think I'm going to just live minute by minute here people. Kinda like mr Memento, without the tats and poloroids, though that's not a bad idea (the pics, not the tats of who I'm supposed to kill).
For breakfast I had a donut. With sprinkles. Not my first choice, but when it's the only donut in the box, sometimes you just eat the fucking sprinkles. I shoudl've gotten a bagel, but it was 10am and I figured we were going to lunch at 11. Nope, it's 12 because that's what the bastard who drives said it was. I hate that guy and I'm going to spit on at least his tires if not his whole truck.
And for what it's worth, my mouth tastes like a piece of shit threw up in it. That was after brushing and listerining it.
The world is starting to spin, so I'm going to buckle in while I have the chance. Speaking of which, my temermental and barely working seatbelt clippy thing finally works again. Just as instantly as it started fucking up, it started working 100% perfectly again after a transitional 4 days of somewhat working. Sooo mr seat belt gremlin, I'm sorry we weren't on better terms but I'm glad you're gone finally.
I'm going to go now. Mostly because of that world spinning thing and it's time to eat, but somewhat because I'm rambling and I don't want to give you all a glimpse of what I'm going to be like when I'm old and senile. I haven't used the word glimpse in forever, I'm going to see how many times I can use it today without getting punched in the face.