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Jan. 16th, 2001 07:25 amWill the startling glory of my ass revealed destroy your will to live?
Wow, I'm phargin tired, and that sentence just struck me as being way too funny. I must stop yawning since I have three more hours to kill before I can go home and sleep. I haven't been this tired in a while. I could close my eyes for ten seconds and be well on my way to neverland. IRC is deader than...um...Elvis?...hmmmm...deader than...um...hell, who cares?
Mmmmmmmmmm...Mr. Pibb. Vending machine bliss.
The weekend was long and somewhat disappointing. Billy and Chris came up from Robinson to hang out, but it was just another night out drinking with the guys. I shot pool, drank a lot of beer, and at the end of the night went to a dance club. I was tired, half drunk, and bored when a girl grabbed me and started dancing with me...I danced for a while and then told her we were leaving. She wouldn't let go of my hand and tried to give me her number...I said no thanks. Billy and Chris looked at me like I was bending my pinky and saying, "REDRUM." During the drive back to my apartment they kept trying to convince me to go back to at least get her number. REDRUM. I'm so gone...point me at the sky. REDRUM.
I wasted my three day weekend waiting to hear what plans were made for my nephew and niece's birthday party on Sunday. My brother and his wife really fuct things up...the plans they had made earlier in the week were disregarded and they went and did their own thing without telling anyone. My OTHER brother called me up and was sorta pissed about it...I said fuggit, I didn't want any part of it. I'll wait until the next opportunity and do something with them for their birthday.
I mostly held my couch down, sketched, practiced guitar, wrote a while, and stared at the television for the other two days. Dances With Wolves...that movie is so powerful, but it really rubs the historical monstrosities of our race right into my eyes. I watched the Shawhank Redemption for the seven hundred and twenty first time...(okay...maybe the 720th)...I wore out the vhs tape, so I bought the dvd. Sitting around my apartment is such a waste of time...the fact that I could have put the time to a much more worthwhile use irritates me.
Wow, I'm phargin tired, and that sentence just struck me as being way too funny. I must stop yawning since I have three more hours to kill before I can go home and sleep. I haven't been this tired in a while. I could close my eyes for ten seconds and be well on my way to neverland. IRC is deader than...um...Elvis?...hmmmm...deader than...um...hell, who cares?
Mmmmmmmmmm...Mr. Pibb. Vending machine bliss.
The weekend was long and somewhat disappointing. Billy and Chris came up from Robinson to hang out, but it was just another night out drinking with the guys. I shot pool, drank a lot of beer, and at the end of the night went to a dance club. I was tired, half drunk, and bored when a girl grabbed me and started dancing with me...I danced for a while and then told her we were leaving. She wouldn't let go of my hand and tried to give me her number...I said no thanks. Billy and Chris looked at me like I was bending my pinky and saying, "REDRUM." During the drive back to my apartment they kept trying to convince me to go back to at least get her number. REDRUM. I'm so gone...point me at the sky. REDRUM.
I wasted my three day weekend waiting to hear what plans were made for my nephew and niece's birthday party on Sunday. My brother and his wife really fuct things up...the plans they had made earlier in the week were disregarded and they went and did their own thing without telling anyone. My OTHER brother called me up and was sorta pissed about it...I said fuggit, I didn't want any part of it. I'll wait until the next opportunity and do something with them for their birthday.
I mostly held my couch down, sketched, practiced guitar, wrote a while, and stared at the television for the other two days. Dances With Wolves...that movie is so powerful, but it really rubs the historical monstrosities of our race right into my eyes. I watched the Shawhank Redemption for the seven hundred and twenty first time...(okay...maybe the 720th)...I wore out the vhs tape, so I bought the dvd. Sitting around my apartment is such a waste of time...the fact that I could have put the time to a much more worthwhile use irritates me.