aghhh
Yesterday was pretty shitty. I finally got caught stealing food from my work, and I almost got fired. My boss made me feel really bad and he gave me a 15 minute lecture about it. It wasn't even like angry, he's one of those guys that just doesn't get angry. I'd rather get yelled at then get that long drawn out dissapointed kind of speech.
After that shittiness, I got ahold of Carl, my buddy who is 22 and we got some drinks. Vlada couldn't get out of the house, and it made me real sad. I ended up sitting in Jessicas house drinking my Olde English and listening to Bright Eyes and calling up all the people in my cell phone and telling them how shitty my day was. It was pretty close to that state of emotional drunkeness I've hit a couple times, where I have no regard for my own safety and I'll talk to anybody that will listen about how shitty my life is. It was close, but not quite there. When I hit that kind of drunk, I'm known to knock my head on a curb and lay in a gutter, drop ciggarettes on myself and let them burn me before I notice, puke anywhere and everywhere, go streaking, or get confused and think a flight of stairs is a waterslide and go down it on my belly repeatedly. I didn't get that kind of drunk last night. To everybody I called, I hope I didn't bug you too much calling you in the middle of the night drunk off my ass. When I got home I went on myspace, and it was much more entertaining when I was drunk. Drinking's bad. Joe Larson called me up at 2 in the morning last night too, and for whatever reason, he needed to sleep in my garage, even though he lives across the street from me. He was high, what else is new? Anyways, my mom heard him leaving in the morning, and I had to tell her he slept in there. The conversation went pretty much like this: "Why did he need to sleep in there??" "I dunno!" "Was he drunk!?!" "No!!" "Where you drunk?!?!" "NO!" This is all coming from the mom that believed I was going to go play video games all night when I went drinking once a few months ago. I wonder if she knows? Is it that obvious? Anyways, I've still got another 40 of OE and a six pack of guinness extra stout in my trunk. Maybe I can pimp my own ride and turn my trunk into a mini bar. How sick would that be?
After that shittiness, I got ahold of Carl, my buddy who is 22 and we got some drinks. Vlada couldn't get out of the house, and it made me real sad. I ended up sitting in Jessicas house drinking my Olde English and listening to Bright Eyes and calling up all the people in my cell phone and telling them how shitty my day was. It was pretty close to that state of emotional drunkeness I've hit a couple times, where I have no regard for my own safety and I'll talk to anybody that will listen about how shitty my life is. It was close, but not quite there. When I hit that kind of drunk, I'm known to knock my head on a curb and lay in a gutter, drop ciggarettes on myself and let them burn me before I notice, puke anywhere and everywhere, go streaking, or get confused and think a flight of stairs is a waterslide and go down it on my belly repeatedly. I didn't get that kind of drunk last night. To everybody I called, I hope I didn't bug you too much calling you in the middle of the night drunk off my ass. When I got home I went on myspace, and it was much more entertaining when I was drunk. Drinking's bad. Joe Larson called me up at 2 in the morning last night too, and for whatever reason, he needed to sleep in my garage, even though he lives across the street from me. He was high, what else is new? Anyways, my mom heard him leaving in the morning, and I had to tell her he slept in there. The conversation went pretty much like this: "Why did he need to sleep in there??" "I dunno!" "Was he drunk!?!" "No!!" "Where you drunk?!?!" "NO!" This is all coming from the mom that believed I was going to go play video games all night when I went drinking once a few months ago. I wonder if she knows? Is it that obvious? Anyways, I've still got another 40 of OE and a six pack of guinness extra stout in my trunk. Maybe I can pimp my own ride and turn my trunk into a mini bar. How sick would that be?