oh my god! where the fuck did I go?
Ignoring the fact that I haven't posted on livejournal in god knows how long (i know i could look it up, but that would show some effort, which if i cared to show any, i would have posted long ago). Let me tell you about my crappy day off.
So I wake up, watch a little tv, and take a shower. The snow was so bad on the streets last night, that I had to leave my car at work and have my roommate come pick me up in his SUV. He spent most of his day off of work also, and didn't really feel like taking my back to my car, which is ok, because he didn't have to come pick me up at midnight in the ice and snow anyway. So I call a cab, and usually I enjoy riding in cabs, because I like to talk to the cabbies, and hear their stories, but this time, it wasn't very fun. The cabbie wasn't very talkative and obviously tried to screw me on the route, taking me out of the way to get to my destination. I quickly corrected him and he acted like he'd never used this route. This route being Charlotte street. yeah right. I found out later on how they get paid, they recieve 50% of the fare. No wonder cabbies try to screw you.
Anyway, after tip, yes I know, he tried to screw me, but I can't not tip, it cost me $16 to get my car back. So that sucked.
Anyway, while I still had light, I drive up to the swiss chalets on beaucatcher mountain to do some high country photography. the sight i had chose dissapointed me, but i spent a role of film anyway, eager to see how three or four of the shots turned out.
I drop the film off at my local pharmacist's five and dime, and then go off in search of breakfast food. i yearned for breakfast food, i needed it not only in my stomach, but in my soul. so i go downtown, mayfels, tupelo honey, and early girl eatery are all closed. so i decide to head north to weaverville. the fireplace, and every other diner I came across were closed. I head south to hendersonville, and i still cannot find a single diner serving breakfast. I finally heed my dear friend Leigh's advice and head to east asheville to DJ's Diner, and after two and half hours of driving and searching, I get my breakfast. It's about 7pm. The meal was so-so...but the waitress was pretty, so that's something.
I head back to get my film to find out that the roll was blank. mother fucking god dammit. This is the second time i've gotten back a roll and it's been blank. there is no way i can ever get these pictures back, they've been lost forever, swept away by the light and drifting in the wind. fucking elements ruining my photography.
i think my shutter is askew, causing light to filter in on each exposure. the only think i can think that would erase an entire roll. so fuck that. that makes me mad. gr.
so anyways, i head to leigh's house to bitch about my day and spend time with she and tim, who i enjoy more each time i see him. i get there, and leigh answers the door, in a bathrobe, just getting out of bed. poor dear is under the weather and she's got a big business trip to attend to at the end of the week. as much as she'd like to, she can't do me any good. I am vanquished once again.
so anyway, even though this post probably didn't make any sense because I can't think coherently or linearly, that was my crappy day off. boo hoo, poor me. now im going to drink a bottle of wine, finish a book, and forget my day. tommorow i will no longer worry about it and get on with my life. one of the things i am most grateful for is my ability to move on and not dwell too long on the shit in my life that affects me adversely.
love
charlie
So I wake up, watch a little tv, and take a shower. The snow was so bad on the streets last night, that I had to leave my car at work and have my roommate come pick me up in his SUV. He spent most of his day off of work also, and didn't really feel like taking my back to my car, which is ok, because he didn't have to come pick me up at midnight in the ice and snow anyway. So I call a cab, and usually I enjoy riding in cabs, because I like to talk to the cabbies, and hear their stories, but this time, it wasn't very fun. The cabbie wasn't very talkative and obviously tried to screw me on the route, taking me out of the way to get to my destination. I quickly corrected him and he acted like he'd never used this route. This route being Charlotte street. yeah right. I found out later on how they get paid, they recieve 50% of the fare. No wonder cabbies try to screw you.
Anyway, after tip, yes I know, he tried to screw me, but I can't not tip, it cost me $16 to get my car back. So that sucked.
Anyway, while I still had light, I drive up to the swiss chalets on beaucatcher mountain to do some high country photography. the sight i had chose dissapointed me, but i spent a role of film anyway, eager to see how three or four of the shots turned out.
I drop the film off at my local pharmacist's five and dime, and then go off in search of breakfast food. i yearned for breakfast food, i needed it not only in my stomach, but in my soul. so i go downtown, mayfels, tupelo honey, and early girl eatery are all closed. so i decide to head north to weaverville. the fireplace, and every other diner I came across were closed. I head south to hendersonville, and i still cannot find a single diner serving breakfast. I finally heed my dear friend Leigh's advice and head to east asheville to DJ's Diner, and after two and half hours of driving and searching, I get my breakfast. It's about 7pm. The meal was so-so...but the waitress was pretty, so that's something.
I head back to get my film to find out that the roll was blank. mother fucking god dammit. This is the second time i've gotten back a roll and it's been blank. there is no way i can ever get these pictures back, they've been lost forever, swept away by the light and drifting in the wind. fucking elements ruining my photography.
i think my shutter is askew, causing light to filter in on each exposure. the only think i can think that would erase an entire roll. so fuck that. that makes me mad. gr.
so anyways, i head to leigh's house to bitch about my day and spend time with she and tim, who i enjoy more each time i see him. i get there, and leigh answers the door, in a bathrobe, just getting out of bed. poor dear is under the weather and she's got a big business trip to attend to at the end of the week. as much as she'd like to, she can't do me any good. I am vanquished once again.
so anyway, even though this post probably didn't make any sense because I can't think coherently or linearly, that was my crappy day off. boo hoo, poor me. now im going to drink a bottle of wine, finish a book, and forget my day. tommorow i will no longer worry about it and get on with my life. one of the things i am most grateful for is my ability to move on and not dwell too long on the shit in my life that affects me adversely.
love
charlie