Adeiu, Florida
Tomorrow I begin my long an treacherous journey north. Joy. After last year, I'm a bit skeptical. I saw a kid accidentally cut his wrist wide open and start bleeding everywhere, and we had to call an ambulance. That was a long night. Well, I get to look forward to a week of my insane relatives telling me how handsome and grown up I am, then listen to them not at all discreetly criticizing my appearance. They can't be held accountable. It's just how the Macris are raised.
Due to a friend of mine expressing something I omitted from a previous entry, I would just like to clarify the Dragana "Double D" Donko [aka Davey Havok! (yes, with an exclamation point, because you don't just say Davey Havok. You have to say it with enthusiasm)] was the good friend to me, who tattooed the French flag on my ass. I do sincerely apologize for not bringing this to the attention of you, the reader of my shit.
I got up at 5:15 this morning to be at work by six. Then did all this nonsense to get the new Heidiwood stuff on the floor, and we have to wear our Heidiwood shirts again, which I hope will have stopped by the time I return. I thought I was awake and alert until I tried to put a rolling rack together. It came in six pieces, and two of the rods came with screws already in both ends. So you unscrew them, and screw them back in along with whatever piece they attach to. So I took the screw out of the end of one. I picked up what I thought was the same rod. I spent probably a full minute trying to put a screw into the spot that still had a screw in it, and I could see that it still had a screw in it. I finally realized this, felt stupid, turned the rod around...and did the exact same fucking thing again. I wasn't even holding the rod I took the screw out of. And then, Della picked up two random pieces and put them together, then set them down. It got to the point where I needed that part. And this part is huge, mind you. You truly cannot miss it. I looked all around myself, but I didn't see it. I got up, walked to the front of the store, began asking Della where she put the piece she had, and glanced back at where I was sitting. And saw that I had been leaning against the piece I was looking for. I put my hand on it when I looked around for it. I felt like a winner.
Anyways..I return from New York on the eighteenth, coincidentally the same day Batman comes out. I have the nineteenth to wash my clothes and stuff, then leave for Tennessee on the twentieth. Gay gay gay gay gay.
So Boys Night Out is pretty much the shit, many thanks to Ivana.
Yesterday, I got to meet two kids that didn't drive me insane within ten seconds. They were actually very sweet and intelligent. It's definitely good to see that not all youth is in the shitter. Just around ninety five percent or so. But I know they come from good stock, on their father's side, at least. I can't speak for the other side, but I know they've got good genes in them. It was just really good to meet kids who genuinely are good and sweet. My opinion for humanity has risen a bit.
I'm watching Batman Returns. Now, obviously, all the super hero movies are far from feasible. But one thing that never struck me as odd until now...is the fact that there are carnies...living in...the sewer. And I just now realized how random that is. I know we owned every Batman movie ever made since the first one where Michael Keaton played Batman. But now, I can only find three. Well, two, considering Erica has one. Just because Christian Bale is a "hottie." *shakes head*
Last night, I got my ass kicked on a Wii, and found out that my Wii fitness age is fifty-four. Go me! Well, it's slightly better than, say...sixty? Just throwing a random number out there, you know...
...tragic irony or poetic justice?
Yo estava aqui muchas veces antes y regreso aqui otra vez
Y comienzo
Love always;
Due to a friend of mine expressing something I omitted from a previous entry, I would just like to clarify the Dragana "Double D" Donko [aka Davey Havok! (yes, with an exclamation point, because you don't just say Davey Havok. You have to say it with enthusiasm)] was the good friend to me, who tattooed the French flag on my ass. I do sincerely apologize for not bringing this to the attention of you, the reader of my shit.
I got up at 5:15 this morning to be at work by six. Then did all this nonsense to get the new Heidiwood stuff on the floor, and we have to wear our Heidiwood shirts again, which I hope will have stopped by the time I return. I thought I was awake and alert until I tried to put a rolling rack together. It came in six pieces, and two of the rods came with screws already in both ends. So you unscrew them, and screw them back in along with whatever piece they attach to. So I took the screw out of the end of one. I picked up what I thought was the same rod. I spent probably a full minute trying to put a screw into the spot that still had a screw in it, and I could see that it still had a screw in it. I finally realized this, felt stupid, turned the rod around...and did the exact same fucking thing again. I wasn't even holding the rod I took the screw out of. And then, Della picked up two random pieces and put them together, then set them down. It got to the point where I needed that part. And this part is huge, mind you. You truly cannot miss it. I looked all around myself, but I didn't see it. I got up, walked to the front of the store, began asking Della where she put the piece she had, and glanced back at where I was sitting. And saw that I had been leaning against the piece I was looking for. I put my hand on it when I looked around for it. I felt like a winner.
Anyways..I return from New York on the eighteenth, coincidentally the same day Batman comes out. I have the nineteenth to wash my clothes and stuff, then leave for Tennessee on the twentieth. Gay gay gay gay gay.
So Boys Night Out is pretty much the shit, many thanks to Ivana.
Yesterday, I got to meet two kids that didn't drive me insane within ten seconds. They were actually very sweet and intelligent. It's definitely good to see that not all youth is in the shitter. Just around ninety five percent or so. But I know they come from good stock, on their father's side, at least. I can't speak for the other side, but I know they've got good genes in them. It was just really good to meet kids who genuinely are good and sweet. My opinion for humanity has risen a bit.
I'm watching Batman Returns. Now, obviously, all the super hero movies are far from feasible. But one thing that never struck me as odd until now...is the fact that there are carnies...living in...the sewer. And I just now realized how random that is. I know we owned every Batman movie ever made since the first one where Michael Keaton played Batman. But now, I can only find three. Well, two, considering Erica has one. Just because Christian Bale is a "hottie." *shakes head*
Last night, I got my ass kicked on a Wii, and found out that my Wii fitness age is fifty-four. Go me! Well, it's slightly better than, say...sixty? Just throwing a random number out there, you know...
...tragic irony or poetic justice?
Yo estava aqui muchas veces antes y regreso aqui otra vez
Y comienzo
Love always;