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little but of a rightious bump in the road here. i've decided that i am not mentaly fit to work at a desk job. it feels too much like waking up at 7:00am and driving to a corner that i will face for a total of 7.5 hours before being released into what will probably be the last 3 hours of sunlight for the day. i am depressed and totaly bent on getting obliterated maybe an hour after my freedom has been handed back to me... i just can't live like this anymore.
thursday i found a keg.
it was at this party that this kid invited me to.
friday i laid in bed.
this was because i drank way too much.
i did not call, i did not show, im sorry (katiri), but i really don't care about working for a corporation anymore.
tomorrow morning i'll decide what to do. i could try to go to work with slacks and a fitted shirt ready to face the glow of a computer screen. but more likely i'll order parts to fix up boxy and foxy MkII.
i also went beyond the borders of connecticut this weekend. kyle arlen and i found ourselves on a train to grand central station on saturday night. we walked for blocks. laura opened her appartment to us where i found torture in pouring malt liquer down on sting's cue. i met a lank named marc, and a girl named kyle (this is still strange to me). i wore my sunglasses on the fire escape while there was no visible sun but enough streetlights on bowery. the most fulfilling bowl of rost duck ramen provided a quality post drinking breakfast as well as a drunken girl stranger to sit on my lap and give me a strange amount of attention over the soup i ordered. (this was in the restaurant of course not the apartment.)
reguardless an awesome and revolutionizing weekend for me. there really were more awesome things but you may never hear about them.
thursday i found a keg.
it was at this party that this kid invited me to.
friday i laid in bed.
this was because i drank way too much.
i did not call, i did not show, im sorry (katiri), but i really don't care about working for a corporation anymore.
tomorrow morning i'll decide what to do. i could try to go to work with slacks and a fitted shirt ready to face the glow of a computer screen. but more likely i'll order parts to fix up boxy and foxy MkII.
i also went beyond the borders of connecticut this weekend. kyle arlen and i found ourselves on a train to grand central station on saturday night. we walked for blocks. laura opened her appartment to us where i found torture in pouring malt liquer down on sting's cue. i met a lank named marc, and a girl named kyle (this is still strange to me). i wore my sunglasses on the fire escape while there was no visible sun but enough streetlights on bowery. the most fulfilling bowl of rost duck ramen provided a quality post drinking breakfast as well as a drunken girl stranger to sit on my lap and give me a strange amount of attention over the soup i ordered. (this was in the restaurant of course not the apartment.)
reguardless an awesome and revolutionizing weekend for me. there really were more awesome things but you may never hear about them.