Temperance Fortitude Self Control and I Think I Fucking Made It!
Holy shit I just looked on my last entry where I was talking about not drinking for a couple of weeks. I looked on the calender and wool-ah (French) it's been 2 weeks as of (now) yesterday. I can only think of one way to celebrate, with alcohol!
Nah for some reason I have a feeling that I drank something after that entry, because I remember waking up next to an old man on the fourth floor of a retirement home near my house a couple of days after that. I remember feeling really dirty. As I got up off of his propped up bed a mostly empty bottle of Bellringer clanked onto the tile floor. The old man awoke with a start and yelled, "Matilda come back! I won't lose you again!". I then noticed I was wearing that black wig I keep in my room for such occaisions.
So yeah I think I drank a day or two after that post.
I really thought my head would clear or I would be more astute or happy to be alive or some shit since I haven't been drinking. My head is still in the clouds. My mind is stilly hazy. My memories are still fuzzy. The damage has been done. I mays as well drink to what I have left. Cheers!
July 4th I was hanging out with Sylvie. She's really been bumming since Stalker Bill decided implement his Operation World Domination plan by brain washing those around him in the army. I still need to send him that postcard I wrote before calling her to see how she'd been. I'm such a bum with that sort of stuff. He knows I care, if he can remember the time before he was a maggot in boot camp. I really wonder if he'll be really different the next time I see him. I hear that happens.
I'm now 24. It was last month on the 18th. I wasted it working at the Italian restaurant I got home from a few hours ago. A new job for my birthday. I hadn't thought of it like that before. At the time I was really down about having to work on my birthday, but what the hell would I have done otherwise? Not enough people give a crap about me to throw a party. I always have buyers remorse when I get my face jugged at some twat bar. Damn. My two (until now) happy alternative would have been super crappy had they come to pass anyway. I guess it was a pretty good thing.
I'm currently looking for another job. I can't help it. I got away from Walgreens where they were paying me six fifty. Now I'm at a place that averages over seven per hour. Before Walgreens I was getting ten an hour. It's all not good enough. None of it's good enough I probably should say. If my time is going to have a price tag I want that price tage to be more yuppie like. I've got a long row to hoe.
Well another Friday went bye. I keep telling myself that I need to go out all the time 'cause I'm not getting any younger; but it costs you, it all does.
On the 5th and 6th I was in Austin with my brother Mark. He's living in a quaint apartment. Saw the bats fly out from under the Congress street bridge at dusk. Walked down 6th street. Played some pool (and beat that bastard twice in a row). Made fun of my brother's multiple sclerosis. Went to some poetry reading. Mark practiced his lines for me in the theater behind the coffee shop where the poetry reading was. Saw a Jet Li kung fu movie at the original Alamo draft House. I lucked out, it was dollar night. I didn't know there were dollar showings for movies anymore. It was packed in there. The movie was great. Picked up an application for my brother at some swanky Radisson hotel. Took Mark to apply at Katz's. The bartender lady was diggin' me in my brother's red sun glasses. I didn't make a move, so I've got something else to chalk up to the regrets column. Mark and I played catch with the baseball, as I was wearing my other brother Red's vintage Astros jersey for the second day in a row. Damn I got an arm. My control has fallen to shit. I aught to throw the ball around more often. Oh yeah my brother wouldn't let me sleep and I had to drive him to Austin Community college. It's a really nice campus. I sat and read about biotechnology. Testing is moving from mice to dogs in myostatin blocking research. This could be used to help people with muscular dystrophy, however there is fear that professional athletes could get their hands on this and be able to make their muscles stronger and make them have more endurance. I read this other article about one of the problems of the millenium being solved. The proof confirms the laws of 3 dimensional realm or some such shit. Dumbell shaped something or others cannot be pinched off at the bar to create the cigarette effect was the point of the article. Genius. Pure genius.
Red just got home from work and gave me a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie. He broke some at work by accident. Sure just like he accidently eats jelly filled doughnuts all the damn time. Fuck Krispy Kreeme. GO SHIPLEY'S!!!
Nah for some reason I have a feeling that I drank something after that entry, because I remember waking up next to an old man on the fourth floor of a retirement home near my house a couple of days after that. I remember feeling really dirty. As I got up off of his propped up bed a mostly empty bottle of Bellringer clanked onto the tile floor. The old man awoke with a start and yelled, "Matilda come back! I won't lose you again!". I then noticed I was wearing that black wig I keep in my room for such occaisions.
So yeah I think I drank a day or two after that post.
I really thought my head would clear or I would be more astute or happy to be alive or some shit since I haven't been drinking. My head is still in the clouds. My mind is stilly hazy. My memories are still fuzzy. The damage has been done. I mays as well drink to what I have left. Cheers!
July 4th I was hanging out with Sylvie. She's really been bumming since Stalker Bill decided implement his Operation World Domination plan by brain washing those around him in the army. I still need to send him that postcard I wrote before calling her to see how she'd been. I'm such a bum with that sort of stuff. He knows I care, if he can remember the time before he was a maggot in boot camp. I really wonder if he'll be really different the next time I see him. I hear that happens.
I'm now 24. It was last month on the 18th. I wasted it working at the Italian restaurant I got home from a few hours ago. A new job for my birthday. I hadn't thought of it like that before. At the time I was really down about having to work on my birthday, but what the hell would I have done otherwise? Not enough people give a crap about me to throw a party. I always have buyers remorse when I get my face jugged at some twat bar. Damn. My two (until now) happy alternative would have been super crappy had they come to pass anyway. I guess it was a pretty good thing.
I'm currently looking for another job. I can't help it. I got away from Walgreens where they were paying me six fifty. Now I'm at a place that averages over seven per hour. Before Walgreens I was getting ten an hour. It's all not good enough. None of it's good enough I probably should say. If my time is going to have a price tag I want that price tage to be more yuppie like. I've got a long row to hoe.
Well another Friday went bye. I keep telling myself that I need to go out all the time 'cause I'm not getting any younger; but it costs you, it all does.
On the 5th and 6th I was in Austin with my brother Mark. He's living in a quaint apartment. Saw the bats fly out from under the Congress street bridge at dusk. Walked down 6th street. Played some pool (and beat that bastard twice in a row). Made fun of my brother's multiple sclerosis. Went to some poetry reading. Mark practiced his lines for me in the theater behind the coffee shop where the poetry reading was. Saw a Jet Li kung fu movie at the original Alamo draft House. I lucked out, it was dollar night. I didn't know there were dollar showings for movies anymore. It was packed in there. The movie was great. Picked up an application for my brother at some swanky Radisson hotel. Took Mark to apply at Katz's. The bartender lady was diggin' me in my brother's red sun glasses. I didn't make a move, so I've got something else to chalk up to the regrets column. Mark and I played catch with the baseball, as I was wearing my other brother Red's vintage Astros jersey for the second day in a row. Damn I got an arm. My control has fallen to shit. I aught to throw the ball around more often. Oh yeah my brother wouldn't let me sleep and I had to drive him to Austin Community college. It's a really nice campus. I sat and read about biotechnology. Testing is moving from mice to dogs in myostatin blocking research. This could be used to help people with muscular dystrophy, however there is fear that professional athletes could get their hands on this and be able to make their muscles stronger and make them have more endurance. I read this other article about one of the problems of the millenium being solved. The proof confirms the laws of 3 dimensional realm or some such shit. Dumbell shaped something or others cannot be pinched off at the bar to create the cigarette effect was the point of the article. Genius. Pure genius.
Red just got home from work and gave me a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie. He broke some at work by accident. Sure just like he accidently eats jelly filled doughnuts all the damn time. Fuck Krispy Kreeme. GO SHIPLEY'S!!!