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Last night, I slipped on my (new) powder-blue Nike nylon warm-up suit (very gangster), rolled a chubb the size of my "fuck you" finger (to ease back pains and to cure boredom), and in my very mellow haze I bid on some stuff @ ebay, and when I was out-bid, I kept bidding higher and before you know it, I'm the proud owner of a "mint-condition" Madonna Sex book, a Zippo lighter that used to belong to Bette Davis(?), and I'm still waiting to hear back on a phat pea-green military peacoat.
Ugh. What've I done?
I couldn't sleep during the night (perhaps because a moth had found its way into my room and kept swooping down and fluttering its filthy dust-wings on my face, thus making me spaz out completely). I couldn't kill it. It kept hiding on me. I felt crazy.
I grabbed my comforter and pillows and sleeping pills, headed for the couch. Thought of bringing out my alarm clock, but thought of it 3 seconds before I dozed off.
When I opened my eyes, I looked @ my watch which was telling me I had 2 minutes until I was supposed to be @ work.
"One of those (Mon)days" had officially begun. I was out the door in 15 minutes, without coffee--but totally pissed off and dreading the thought of the day awaiting me.
Within my first 15 minutes @ work I had a row w/ the boss' bitch wife, and got temperatures rising all about the workfront. I thought the day would never end. I hate working w/ all that tension. But what I hate more is saying "I'm sorry", so I deal w/ it.
Marie came by tonight; we blazed & ordered white pizza. It's weird to fight w/ my bitch boss @ work all day, then come home and get high and eat pizza w/ her daughter. It's a little humourous, actually.
I found out, indirectly, today that Dave, who works @ the pizza joint across the street, and whom I've had this strange attraction to for, like, ever--has a kid. He has a kid. He breeds. My gaydar must be haywire. He's...not @ all attractive to me anymore. That sick bastard.
Ok, I'm off--to set my alarm FOR REAL tonight and eat another cinnamon bun (my 3rd tonight).
.d.
Ugh. What've I done?
I couldn't sleep during the night (perhaps because a moth had found its way into my room and kept swooping down and fluttering its filthy dust-wings on my face, thus making me spaz out completely). I couldn't kill it. It kept hiding on me. I felt crazy.
I grabbed my comforter and pillows and sleeping pills, headed for the couch. Thought of bringing out my alarm clock, but thought of it 3 seconds before I dozed off.
When I opened my eyes, I looked @ my watch which was telling me I had 2 minutes until I was supposed to be @ work.
"One of those (Mon)days" had officially begun. I was out the door in 15 minutes, without coffee--but totally pissed off and dreading the thought of the day awaiting me.
Within my first 15 minutes @ work I had a row w/ the boss' bitch wife, and got temperatures rising all about the workfront. I thought the day would never end. I hate working w/ all that tension. But what I hate more is saying "I'm sorry", so I deal w/ it.
Marie came by tonight; we blazed & ordered white pizza. It's weird to fight w/ my bitch boss @ work all day, then come home and get high and eat pizza w/ her daughter. It's a little humourous, actually.
I found out, indirectly, today that Dave, who works @ the pizza joint across the street, and whom I've had this strange attraction to for, like, ever--has a kid. He has a kid. He breeds. My gaydar must be haywire. He's...not @ all attractive to me anymore. That sick bastard.
Ok, I'm off--to set my alarm FOR REAL tonight and eat another cinnamon bun (my 3rd tonight).
.d.