You never know she could be ----Or at the same time scratching her van..
Today, after a confusing and circular conversation with my ex (about how I screwed up,) I was feeling very self satisfied and excused myself to release the miller lite that I'd downed. I was in the stall when the door opened and I heard the familiar sound of heels on a tile floor. I saw these little black shoes with bows on them under the stall next to me. After I washed my hands, I took some of the paper towels from the machine I knew she couldn't reach, folded them, and put them neatly next to the sink.. She emerged wearing a very fashionable sundress and proceded to walk to the door without washing her hands, I opened the door and she went left, to the restaurant and I went right(,) towards the bar.
Sometimes things are harder than they appear.. I took the second parking lot exit towards my house and had to squeeze by three cars on a normally empty end of the parking lot and yield to the second lane because of a double decker bus.
And I came home. And I watched the end of Crash, which I actually really liked. And then I watched Pride & Prejudice which I liked too but they cut my favourite scene where they preform the short play in drag.. That was disapointing. I figure if you're going to edit that out, the least you can do is include a sex scene.. something..
I'm a little anxious because a customer complained about me today, and I've never had that happen to me before, since I was 14 and I sneezed on someone's groceries as I was bagging them. I didn't get in trouble, and yes I made the money I wanted *upfront* but it was the principle of the matter.. Being treated as a type of person that I don't believe myself to be.
And I can't sleep, so I breathed over and fogged pages of Vogue, which I really can't stand to read, but I love to look at. The articles are about young rich women who are absolutely beautiful, coincidentally of course. All of them find a way to make a donation in the world, by spending $15,000 on a ten course meal (which they probably throw up to fit into their Oscar de la Renta) - the procedes go to charity..All of them find ways to make a difference without getting their hands or their dogs dirty. And they all look so striking that I'm willing to forgive them and pay my $5 a month to stare at them in clothes that I have never seen anything like before. I even love the ugly green fur jacket because it's sooo ugly that it makes me feeeeel it. I think about how I haaate the coat while I nurse a cigarette and drink some wine. What an ugly fucking coat! That is art.
I can't sleep and I think it's because I haven't really written anything for a while. It always helps to sit down and right everything out that's in my mind. It's kind of like peeing before a roadtrip. You'd rather pee three drops, knowing well that soon you're really going to have to pee, than to have three drops brewing in you.
I'm going to a party tonight and then to work.. so I really need some sleep. I also have to buy birthday gifts for Scott. I'm sleepy and weirded out. I figured out how much money I REALLY make in a year.. And.. ..Wow. It's not like it means anything.. But Holy shit. I'm not going to make this much money when I get out of school with my degree. I'm not even going to make like.. half of it.. if I'm lucky.. Anyway.
The other night, I was driving down Flamingo and there was this guy walking down the street, I was like blaring Three 6 Mafia and I called out the window FUCK YEAHHHH! and I almost hit a traffic cone. Everytime I'm driving I have to pimp it out with NWA, Ying Yang Twins, Eazy E, Bubba Sparxx and E-40. And everytime I'm driving I always shout out FUCK YEAH and almost hit shit cause I can't stear straight while leaning out the window.
Oh and I bought a pipe that looks like a mouse leaning out and you smoke out of his tail. Tina and I named him Swanson.
Sometimes things are harder than they appear.. I took the second parking lot exit towards my house and had to squeeze by three cars on a normally empty end of the parking lot and yield to the second lane because of a double decker bus.
And I came home. And I watched the end of Crash, which I actually really liked. And then I watched Pride & Prejudice which I liked too but they cut my favourite scene where they preform the short play in drag.. That was disapointing. I figure if you're going to edit that out, the least you can do is include a sex scene.. something..
I'm a little anxious because a customer complained about me today, and I've never had that happen to me before, since I was 14 and I sneezed on someone's groceries as I was bagging them. I didn't get in trouble, and yes I made the money I wanted *upfront* but it was the principle of the matter.. Being treated as a type of person that I don't believe myself to be.
And I can't sleep, so I breathed over and fogged pages of Vogue, which I really can't stand to read, but I love to look at. The articles are about young rich women who are absolutely beautiful, coincidentally of course. All of them find a way to make a donation in the world, by spending $15,000 on a ten course meal (which they probably throw up to fit into their Oscar de la Renta) - the procedes go to charity..All of them find ways to make a difference without getting their hands or their dogs dirty. And they all look so striking that I'm willing to forgive them and pay my $5 a month to stare at them in clothes that I have never seen anything like before. I even love the ugly green fur jacket because it's sooo ugly that it makes me feeeeel it. I think about how I haaate the coat while I nurse a cigarette and drink some wine. What an ugly fucking coat! That is art.
I can't sleep and I think it's because I haven't really written anything for a while. It always helps to sit down and right everything out that's in my mind. It's kind of like peeing before a roadtrip. You'd rather pee three drops, knowing well that soon you're really going to have to pee, than to have three drops brewing in you.
I'm going to a party tonight and then to work.. so I really need some sleep. I also have to buy birthday gifts for Scott. I'm sleepy and weirded out. I figured out how much money I REALLY make in a year.. And.. ..Wow. It's not like it means anything.. But Holy shit. I'm not going to make this much money when I get out of school with my degree. I'm not even going to make like.. half of it.. if I'm lucky.. Anyway.
The other night, I was driving down Flamingo and there was this guy walking down the street, I was like blaring Three 6 Mafia and I called out the window FUCK YEAHHHH! and I almost hit a traffic cone. Everytime I'm driving I have to pimp it out with NWA, Ying Yang Twins, Eazy E, Bubba Sparxx and E-40. And everytime I'm driving I always shout out FUCK YEAH and almost hit shit cause I can't stear straight while leaning out the window.
Oh and I bought a pipe that looks like a mouse leaning out and you smoke out of his tail. Tina and I named him Swanson.