My insides are itchy and my brain is fuzzy.
Im sitting here in this smelly place updating my Lj because its really slow and no one is comming in today for some reason.
So, even though Im not supposed to be doing this I am so bored out of my mind that it doesnt matter.
I feel like talking about yesterday because today is just too boring.
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So we're driving in the truck to Barns and nobles, my father and I hardly speak. This is mostly due to how much I dislike his personality. Being in a closed vicinity with hims for more than ten minutes is always rather uncomfortable experience for me. The windows are up and the AC smells like mildew. A white desiel truck with a massive trailer is driving really slow in the right lane. Im comming down from my 4:20 high and comment that the trailer is big enough for a low budget rock n' roll concert stage. I point to where, the drummer, bassist, guitarist and lead singer will stand. Even a few groupies could fit on this huge trailer. My dad smiles faintly. hey...at least I tried.
We passed a fat man sitting in the back of his truck parking in a strip mall parking lot. Just sitting and smoking a cigarette. Alone.
We went in to Barns and Nobles quietly, a bear of a man tossed his long wild hair in the wind and pulled his beard in the parking lot. I mummbled thanks to the man who held open the door for my father and I. Once inside I immediately left my father to browse by myself. I walked to the fiction section and noticed a girl in one of the arm chairs. She glared at me, though her eyes were half hidden by her straight across brown bangs. She was plain, hair to shoulder, sandals, pants that were too short and baggy. I looked away and tried not to notice her anger burning a hole in me. I retreated out of her line of vision, found the book I was looking for and settled down with it.
A rather fat woman and her obviously homosexual friend sat at a small cafe' table. Their skin was the color of brown sugar and warm against the dark stain of the furniture around them. They both had their books open and flat on the table in front of them but they were talking in low voices and the man kept laughing in a way I found extremly annoying. The woman said something absently and a silence followed. I buried my attention in my book but then the man spoke again.
"Why is it that whenever we got a good mood going that you gotta say something or ask a question that ruins everything? Why do you dwell so negatively on life? why do you always do that??"
I peeked through my hair at them but all I saw were the fat ladies legs bouncing in reproach, the uncomfort flowed off of her in waves and they didnt speaf the rest of the time I sat there.
I went for coffee before leaving and the two men behind the counter were chatting merrily about an inside joke. The cashier was doodling something and when he loked up to ring me up I saw that it was a drawing of a fat ugly woman with "Betty" scrawled across her flabby chest. I commented,
"You dont like Betty very much do you?"
He looked down at his drawing and then his eyes flicked to mine, fear in their depths.
"You know Betty?"
I laughed
"No."
He smiled in relief and nodded behind me in the direction of the help desk
"Shes the manager."
He then closed the conversation to me, handed me my coffee and turned to his buddy.
"I thought she knew Betty, heh."
I took my coffee and left the cafe' , through the book store and back out to the truck where my father was waiting for me.
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The book I bought was recommended to me by a friend and now Im tell all of you to read it god damn it because its awesome!
"The rules of attraction"
By: Bret Easton Ellis
Im noticing that nothing in my life is completely concreted. Everything is subject to circumstantial change. My head is so full right now. Its a pinching sack full to bursting and alwaysys so hot. I dont know what took me so long to adapt this mindset. Really. Maybe Im just too much of a romantic and refuse to believe that bad things should happen.
There is a door, slowly closing with a soft noise in the back of me
p.s. Work Sucks
So, even though Im not supposed to be doing this I am so bored out of my mind that it doesnt matter.
I feel like talking about yesterday because today is just too boring.
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So we're driving in the truck to Barns and nobles, my father and I hardly speak. This is mostly due to how much I dislike his personality. Being in a closed vicinity with hims for more than ten minutes is always rather uncomfortable experience for me. The windows are up and the AC smells like mildew. A white desiel truck with a massive trailer is driving really slow in the right lane. Im comming down from my 4:20 high and comment that the trailer is big enough for a low budget rock n' roll concert stage. I point to where, the drummer, bassist, guitarist and lead singer will stand. Even a few groupies could fit on this huge trailer. My dad smiles faintly. hey...at least I tried.
We passed a fat man sitting in the back of his truck parking in a strip mall parking lot. Just sitting and smoking a cigarette. Alone.
We went in to Barns and Nobles quietly, a bear of a man tossed his long wild hair in the wind and pulled his beard in the parking lot. I mummbled thanks to the man who held open the door for my father and I. Once inside I immediately left my father to browse by myself. I walked to the fiction section and noticed a girl in one of the arm chairs. She glared at me, though her eyes were half hidden by her straight across brown bangs. She was plain, hair to shoulder, sandals, pants that were too short and baggy. I looked away and tried not to notice her anger burning a hole in me. I retreated out of her line of vision, found the book I was looking for and settled down with it.
A rather fat woman and her obviously homosexual friend sat at a small cafe' table. Their skin was the color of brown sugar and warm against the dark stain of the furniture around them. They both had their books open and flat on the table in front of them but they were talking in low voices and the man kept laughing in a way I found extremly annoying. The woman said something absently and a silence followed. I buried my attention in my book but then the man spoke again.
"Why is it that whenever we got a good mood going that you gotta say something or ask a question that ruins everything? Why do you dwell so negatively on life? why do you always do that??"
I peeked through my hair at them but all I saw were the fat ladies legs bouncing in reproach, the uncomfort flowed off of her in waves and they didnt speaf the rest of the time I sat there.
I went for coffee before leaving and the two men behind the counter were chatting merrily about an inside joke. The cashier was doodling something and when he loked up to ring me up I saw that it was a drawing of a fat ugly woman with "Betty" scrawled across her flabby chest. I commented,
"You dont like Betty very much do you?"
He looked down at his drawing and then his eyes flicked to mine, fear in their depths.
"You know Betty?"
I laughed
"No."
He smiled in relief and nodded behind me in the direction of the help desk
"Shes the manager."
He then closed the conversation to me, handed me my coffee and turned to his buddy.
"I thought she knew Betty, heh."
I took my coffee and left the cafe' , through the book store and back out to the truck where my father was waiting for me.
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The book I bought was recommended to me by a friend and now Im tell all of you to read it god damn it because its awesome!
"The rules of attraction"
By: Bret Easton Ellis
Im noticing that nothing in my life is completely concreted. Everything is subject to circumstantial change. My head is so full right now. Its a pinching sack full to bursting and alwaysys so hot. I dont know what took me so long to adapt this mindset. Really. Maybe Im just too much of a romantic and refuse to believe that bad things should happen.
There is a door, slowly closing with a soft noise in the back of me
p.s. Work Sucks