i can't think of a single thing to say. i've been chilling with friends for the past six hours or so, and now, having dealt with the morning rush traffic while being a bit "out of it", i'm back home. i'm one hundred dollars poorer at this moment. i now own an old-school sony vaio laptop with a sketchy network card, that is only marginally usable by me (at this time, anyway), because of the fact that it runs completely under linux. it still bugs me that i left two brand-new packs of cigarettes sitting on a convenience store counter last night.
at least i'm not working today. i can sleep in, sleep to the point that i'm forced to wake up, not out of any sense of responsibility for anything in particular, but moreso because you just can't sleep anymore. that's what i plan on doing in the next few minutes. after a cigarette... and a glass of soy milk... and maybe a beer, if i'm really feeling it.
i skated for a whole three minutes today during a smoke break at work. i really like doing fakie pop-shove-its for some reason. they're fun to me. i had hardly landed two, when the security guard starts hassling me and telling me to "pack it up". she knows i work there. i know she's probably always around the corner at any given time. i could care less. if nothing else, i can always comfort myself that those three minutes' hasty conclusion was worth more than sitting inside, working, wishing i could be simply skating around, doing anything but what i was doing.
also, it's really cold now. i really enjoy when the weather starts getting cold later in the year, but i can't say that i actually enjoy being cold, myself. it's about that time... time to start having to sport more than one set of socks at any time.
this is the time of year i usually get more skating in than usual. this is also, "coincidentally", the time of year when i tend to injure the shit out of my ankles, time and time again.
i'd say the risks cancel out the rewards, though.
who the fuck drinks soy milk, and then beer, smoking the whole time? me.
good night, see ya...
at least i'm not working today. i can sleep in, sleep to the point that i'm forced to wake up, not out of any sense of responsibility for anything in particular, but moreso because you just can't sleep anymore. that's what i plan on doing in the next few minutes. after a cigarette... and a glass of soy milk... and maybe a beer, if i'm really feeling it.
i skated for a whole three minutes today during a smoke break at work. i really like doing fakie pop-shove-its for some reason. they're fun to me. i had hardly landed two, when the security guard starts hassling me and telling me to "pack it up". she knows i work there. i know she's probably always around the corner at any given time. i could care less. if nothing else, i can always comfort myself that those three minutes' hasty conclusion was worth more than sitting inside, working, wishing i could be simply skating around, doing anything but what i was doing.
also, it's really cold now. i really enjoy when the weather starts getting cold later in the year, but i can't say that i actually enjoy being cold, myself. it's about that time... time to start having to sport more than one set of socks at any time.
this is the time of year i usually get more skating in than usual. this is also, "coincidentally", the time of year when i tend to injure the shit out of my ankles, time and time again.
i'd say the risks cancel out the rewards, though.
who the fuck drinks soy milk, and then beer, smoking the whole time? me.
good night, see ya...
cincity:
I wanna skate wif you!!!!!!