I Have my own fun...
Tonight was rather fun, yet I have officially decided that I am insane. It was by yourself sort of fun night. Everyone should have a night like that once in a while, let me tell you. Mine all started because I was supposed to hang out with James tonight, before he hoed me out because he has "important stuff" to do. Whatever. I'll BET it was important. But I suppose Trixies is really starting to scare me anyways. The NEVER have chai anymore. And why is that, you ask? Because they are "a coffeehouse, not a tea house." Ian did, however, find me some juice that one time...so I don't know, I guess they are okay still. And plus the object of my affections, fat chick, and psychotic rants included(!) hangs our there a lot...so yeah they are okay. Except on open mic night...that just keeps getting worse and worse...but anyways, with out my weird, short friend I was not up for Trixies with all it's smoke and wicca and... chai-less-ness... So with that I put on my favorite beret, and drove down to my lovely Mt. Clemens to get some chai. Alone. (dun dun dun. shut up it's a big deal for me.) While I was there I saw some of the regular people which was cool, and listened to some weirdo try to play all sorts of rock songs on piano. He even tried to play a DMX song...or so he said, I wouldn't know the difference. But all in all it was okay because I got my wonderful chai, and read books two and three of The Republic... I guess Plato isn't such a bastard as I am wont to say. lol. wont. I also saw one of my soulmates again-beret boy- but got scared. sigh.
After that I went for a walk around Mt. Clemens, hitting all the wonderful spots we are...wont...heh heh... to. The pedophile statue, the clock where Heidi and Fran and that chic and I saw a bird last summer, the phone booth where Chev's frantically called the RO theatre in hopes of seeing an independent film..... the place where we read poetry to the masses. LOL. I'm a dork. Anyways that was fun. Suddenly I decided it was high time for me to buy a new rosary. So I headed off to K-mart, where I bought the last one, in 8th grade, when I was all Catholic-y. (A weird side note to that story...my rosary disappeared out of it's box. So either Shock stole it...or.... it got spirited away...hmmm. And really, who would steal a rosary? Would you? That's like stealing God...) Unfourtunately K-mart has no respect for religion and doesn't sell rosaries anymore. Not even crappy ones. Damn capitalist swine. Jeez.
So spent my money on a bunch of vinyl at recordtime instead...sleater-kinney, quicksilver messenger service, roxy music what! (I <3 vinyl.)
My final stop of the night was to get some soda and gas for my mother's car. The soda part went fine....but oh the gas. I swear to you that that gas cap was frozen on. It really was. ...haha....yeah so now everyone at Speedway, where I stop like `14 times a week before work, will think of me as the moron girl who can't pump gas. I felt so stupid, like a valley girl ...with Jewish hair and a beret. Sigh. I guess from now on I'm sticking to buying soda....
And so I concluded my night not knowing how to overcome my new fear of gas caps.... I don't think I will ever pump gas again...I'll have to pay a midget to do it for me or something...
Like Ev said...baby steps...baby steps. This week I will master the gas cap... Next week...I do politics!
After that I went for a walk around Mt. Clemens, hitting all the wonderful spots we are...wont...heh heh... to. The pedophile statue, the clock where Heidi and Fran and that chic and I saw a bird last summer, the phone booth where Chev's frantically called the RO theatre in hopes of seeing an independent film..... the place where we read poetry to the masses. LOL. I'm a dork. Anyways that was fun. Suddenly I decided it was high time for me to buy a new rosary. So I headed off to K-mart, where I bought the last one, in 8th grade, when I was all Catholic-y. (A weird side note to that story...my rosary disappeared out of it's box. So either Shock stole it...or.... it got spirited away...hmmm. And really, who would steal a rosary? Would you? That's like stealing God...) Unfourtunately K-mart has no respect for religion and doesn't sell rosaries anymore. Not even crappy ones. Damn capitalist swine. Jeez.
So spent my money on a bunch of vinyl at recordtime instead...sleater-kinney, quicksilver messenger service, roxy music what! (I <3 vinyl.)
My final stop of the night was to get some soda and gas for my mother's car. The soda part went fine....but oh the gas. I swear to you that that gas cap was frozen on. It really was. ...haha....yeah so now everyone at Speedway, where I stop like `14 times a week before work, will think of me as the moron girl who can't pump gas. I felt so stupid, like a valley girl ...with Jewish hair and a beret. Sigh. I guess from now on I'm sticking to buying soda....
And so I concluded my night not knowing how to overcome my new fear of gas caps.... I don't think I will ever pump gas again...I'll have to pay a midget to do it for me or something...
Like Ev said...baby steps...baby steps. This week I will master the gas cap... Next week...I do politics!