we're only liars, but we're the best..
Work has been exceptionally non-overwhelming lately. I think I've managed to lower my stress levels by keeping busy outside of work only 50% of the time. The other 50% it's nice to get a full night's sleep. I've also been playing tennis. This helps.
Ian and I may or may not be back together. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to label it. Call it what you may, just don't tell me.
I met up with Olivia for coffee last night and it was a rockin' sweet time. I'd almost forgotten why I ever associated with her in the first place- she is classic. Ca-lassic. And we share the same opinions.
Let us see.. IKEA kicked my ass for the first time yesterday, it was so stressful. But today is my day off*
*Note that "off" used in this context means "only working at one of two jobs" ..
You may not know it, you may not ever realize it, but right now we are knee deep in the middle of Operation: Dirty Karl
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(Main character goes into the convenience store. The clerk is the same guy who drove the boat car)
What’s the word, turd?
Hey, do you also drive a, a, boat car?
A what?
Like, you gave me a ride in a car that was also a boat.
No, man, I don’t have a "boat car". I don’t know what you’re talking about. Man, this must be like parallel universe night. You know that cat that was just in here, who just ran out the door? Well, he comes up to the counter, you know, and I say, "What’s the word, turd?" and he lays down this burrito and he kind of looks at me, kind of stares at me, and then he says, "I have but recently returned from the valley of the shadow of death. I am rapturously breathing in all the odors and essences of life. I’ve been to the brink of total oblivion. I remember and ferment a desire to remember everything."
So, what’d you say to that?
Well, I mean, what could I say? I said "If you’re going to microwave that burrito, I want you to poke holes in the plastic wrapping because they explode, and I’m tired of cleaning up your little burrito doings. You dig me? ‘Cause the jalapenos dry up. They’re like little wheels.
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Ian and I may or may not be back together. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to label it. Call it what you may, just don't tell me.
I met up with Olivia for coffee last night and it was a rockin' sweet time. I'd almost forgotten why I ever associated with her in the first place- she is classic. Ca-lassic. And we share the same opinions.
Let us see.. IKEA kicked my ass for the first time yesterday, it was so stressful. But today is my day off*
*Note that "off" used in this context means "only working at one of two jobs" ..
You may not know it, you may not ever realize it, but right now we are knee deep in the middle of Operation: Dirty Karl
***
(Main character goes into the convenience store. The clerk is the same guy who drove the boat car)
What’s the word, turd?
Hey, do you also drive a, a, boat car?
A what?
Like, you gave me a ride in a car that was also a boat.
No, man, I don’t have a "boat car". I don’t know what you’re talking about. Man, this must be like parallel universe night. You know that cat that was just in here, who just ran out the door? Well, he comes up to the counter, you know, and I say, "What’s the word, turd?" and he lays down this burrito and he kind of looks at me, kind of stares at me, and then he says, "I have but recently returned from the valley of the shadow of death. I am rapturously breathing in all the odors and essences of life. I’ve been to the brink of total oblivion. I remember and ferment a desire to remember everything."
So, what’d you say to that?
Well, I mean, what could I say? I said "If you’re going to microwave that burrito, I want you to poke holes in the plastic wrapping because they explode, and I’m tired of cleaning up your little burrito doings. You dig me? ‘Cause the jalapenos dry up. They’re like little wheels.
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