She's a Brick and I'm Drowning Slowly
Today instead of eating breakfast I ate "buttered toast" and "orange juice" flavored jelly beans. Thank you jelly belly.
Me and Matthew are going to have lunch today. I don't have work until 4PM. I only hope I get off by 10:30PM so I can catch the bus.
Yeah. Yesterday they set me up to work a private party with Cannon. All by ourselves. They want me to stay and they want us to be friends, but I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen.
I'm thinking about writing a short story similar to Augusten Bourroughs' stuff. My life is so weird and the people involved are insanely interesting, myself included.
Little things like me talking my mom out of suicide once every few days, my sister calling me crying yesterday because they lost their softball game and me having to comfort her, my dad turning hick and buying a "triple wide" trailer on some "land" and getting in a motorcycle accident, the crazy ass people I work with, my old dating fiascos come back to haunt me, the weird places I go and things I do, my hodgepodge group of friends, my extraordinary dreams, and the books I read and how they affect me. Livin' the American dream. Yeah.
Last night I had a dream about Ben Folds and I was trying to call my old teacher, Dave Becker, because we were supposed to hang out and go to the concert together. Then it wound up being me, some people from highschool, and Ben Folds in a giant, room-sized limo and he was playing piano and everyone was like, "this guy sucks," except me. I asked him to play "Zak and Sara" and he did, but he was sad that no one liked him. Then I hugged him and tried to make him feel better and I woke up.
Me and Matthew are going to have lunch today. I don't have work until 4PM. I only hope I get off by 10:30PM so I can catch the bus.
Yeah. Yesterday they set me up to work a private party with Cannon. All by ourselves. They want me to stay and they want us to be friends, but I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen.
I'm thinking about writing a short story similar to Augusten Bourroughs' stuff. My life is so weird and the people involved are insanely interesting, myself included.
Little things like me talking my mom out of suicide once every few days, my sister calling me crying yesterday because they lost their softball game and me having to comfort her, my dad turning hick and buying a "triple wide" trailer on some "land" and getting in a motorcycle accident, the crazy ass people I work with, my old dating fiascos come back to haunt me, the weird places I go and things I do, my hodgepodge group of friends, my extraordinary dreams, and the books I read and how they affect me. Livin' the American dream. Yeah.
Last night I had a dream about Ben Folds and I was trying to call my old teacher, Dave Becker, because we were supposed to hang out and go to the concert together. Then it wound up being me, some people from highschool, and Ben Folds in a giant, room-sized limo and he was playing piano and everyone was like, "this guy sucks," except me. I asked him to play "Zak and Sara" and he did, but he was sad that no one liked him. Then I hugged him and tried to make him feel better and I woke up.