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lettres_mortes

This one will be gone on Monday.

Jeff Buckley? What the fuck, people?

You know, I think I'm pretty happy that people tend to think of me in black and white terms. For the most part, I'm either considered a total asshole or a complete sweetheart. Or both.

So this month I'm going to take my food server and alcohol server permit tests. Yes, in Oregon you need licenses to do these things. Apparentely it's not to hard, and one of my coworkers girlfriends is going to loan me the study books. I just tailored my resume to say that I was a bartender for a year in Boise. I did work in a bar there, I just ( Read more... )

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Last night was a little hectic. Straight from work to The Tube, my home away from home. Ended up there for about 3 hours talking records and trends and the dissolution of 9 year relationships with Douglas. After he left, I began to lose interest in the bar and headed up to The Fez in hopes of running into some more interesting people. Not much luck ( Read more... )

I really wish I could be happy where I'm at and happy with whom I'm with (which is no one at the time, should you be wondering). I can't ever seem to settle in one place, or with one person (except for Amity), or ever accumulate anything. I'm constantly moving, shucking, jiving, and generally never letting myself become comfortable. I keep my ( Read more... )

Yesterday was fairly uneventful except for my wait at the bus stop going home. I was cornered by a VERY drunk and HIGHLY toothless old man who asked me how my "old lady" was and if I was "drilling for oil" with her. He then proceeded to start screaming at some dealers and calling them crackheads after they were very audibly discussing the fact that ( Read more... )

I usually never post these, but me and Audrey doing drugs and having explicit sex is too much to pass up.

At the table was one who, in his early youth, had trusted mankind too much, and hoped too highly in their behalf, and, in meeting with many disappointments, had become desperately soured. For several years back this misanthrope had employed himself in accumulating motives for hating and despising his race - such as murder, lust, treachery, ( Read more... )