Fuck this weekend.
Friday, work from 11 AM to 9:30 PM, four flat tires throughout the evening. Go out. Geoff and his friend Josh came with to Locked Out with Do and I. Dumb show, Intifada good though. Getting texts from the last girl that got a wicked good slam dunk on my wee ol' heart was not the best or most well received item of the night, but more shit was to follow. At the end of the night Doris freaks out on me and makes me realize that I'm not ready to move on yet; as much as I would like to, I have trouble trusting people. It was funny because Geoff called Doris "Cheryl" at the beginning of the night. Almost foreshadowing the future.
Anyways, after five ICEHOUSE tallboys and a Pacifico bomber I wake up at like 9 AM, gotta be at work at 10 AM. I'm still drunk, I gotta wake Doris up and get myself the fuck out of the house. Doris drops me off at the train, I work, and don't make shit for money. Two more flats, and had to buy expensive fucking tubes at a bike shop near the store. Get off work, go to Cheryl's and hang out for like three hours.
I thought about not seeing her face to face. But I thought that would be the best remedy in order to get some closure on the situation. I almost would've been happier not seeing her or hearing from her because now that I have I've just got a series of thoughts and feelings that are at odds with one another. Its like hugging a cactus or something. You know its going to hurt but maybe you like that fucking cactus.
After that I break up with Doris cause I realize that I'm a shithead. I tell her about spending some time with Cheryl. News is not well received. But its not like I could expect it to be. My actions were foolish, she was a nice girl and I ended up making her cry. Not my proudest moment.
Thereafter I went to go hangout with Kelsey. She made me dinner, we got some beers, Ben came over, Mike and his friends eventually got home. I left after watching Ponyo and drinking ten or eleven beers, I don't remember. In the end I hang out with Ben until about 6 AM, at which time I go home. After have another two beers of course. And like 15 cigareetes.
It sucked missing Easter lunch with my family this morning, but fuck it. It was my own fault. Now I'm sitting here listening to Algernon Cadwallader and waiting for flashes of lightning and the sound of thunder. The rain reminds me of my mood and hangover. The thunder just reminds me of how much turmoil is just melding together right now.
Fuck this weekend.
Anyways, after five ICEHOUSE tallboys and a Pacifico bomber I wake up at like 9 AM, gotta be at work at 10 AM. I'm still drunk, I gotta wake Doris up and get myself the fuck out of the house. Doris drops me off at the train, I work, and don't make shit for money. Two more flats, and had to buy expensive fucking tubes at a bike shop near the store. Get off work, go to Cheryl's and hang out for like three hours.
I thought about not seeing her face to face. But I thought that would be the best remedy in order to get some closure on the situation. I almost would've been happier not seeing her or hearing from her because now that I have I've just got a series of thoughts and feelings that are at odds with one another. Its like hugging a cactus or something. You know its going to hurt but maybe you like that fucking cactus.
After that I break up with Doris cause I realize that I'm a shithead. I tell her about spending some time with Cheryl. News is not well received. But its not like I could expect it to be. My actions were foolish, she was a nice girl and I ended up making her cry. Not my proudest moment.
Thereafter I went to go hangout with Kelsey. She made me dinner, we got some beers, Ben came over, Mike and his friends eventually got home. I left after watching Ponyo and drinking ten or eleven beers, I don't remember. In the end I hang out with Ben until about 6 AM, at which time I go home. After have another two beers of course. And like 15 cigareetes.
It sucked missing Easter lunch with my family this morning, but fuck it. It was my own fault. Now I'm sitting here listening to Algernon Cadwallader and waiting for flashes of lightning and the sound of thunder. The rain reminds me of my mood and hangover. The thunder just reminds me of how much turmoil is just melding together right now.
Fuck this weekend.