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Yet another totally rad night at work. I think the masses have figured out all they have to do to get a free beer is bring me food and/or drugs. I was given multiples of both today. I heart my regulars. Seriously. They aren't depressing old drunks wasting their lives and their retirement checks. They are just regular folks I would like to be friends with or at least drink with most times anyway. And they can be quite sweet. I even got a plate of homemade cookies tonight. yeah, that's right. Be jealous.
In other random news, thanks to at fb message I sent most of you about my future wedding local, I had a dream about marriage. I mean, there was a lot of random gibberish and a lot of stuff about buying Formica dining sets off old ladies in trailer parks who didn't know what they were sitting on. But I think I married Pompadour Joe or was going to or something. Just now I was thinking that if this were more like olden times and marriage was less about romantic love and more about a place in between that and sustainable survival, I could marry Joe. Why not? We'd have a really rad house. We could renovate a mid century modern motel in the desert and host shows there. I could be happy in that life.
Oh sweet sweet mid century...how I love thee...
In other random news, thanks to at fb message I sent most of you about my future wedding local, I had a dream about marriage. I mean, there was a lot of random gibberish and a lot of stuff about buying Formica dining sets off old ladies in trailer parks who didn't know what they were sitting on. But I think I married Pompadour Joe or was going to or something. Just now I was thinking that if this were more like olden times and marriage was less about romantic love and more about a place in between that and sustainable survival, I could marry Joe. Why not? We'd have a really rad house. We could renovate a mid century modern motel in the desert and host shows there. I could be happy in that life.
Oh sweet sweet mid century...how I love thee...