on the way home from a friend's house, i decided i wanted to have a bowl of velveeta shells and cheese, so i did what everyone around here does at 5:30 in the morning. i went to wal mart. fucking capitalist america at its worst there, but nothing else is open here so... on the way home, i was a bit bored so i drove through my parents' neighborhood, for a lack of anything else to do. driving down all the famliar streets, i noticed there wasnt a single light to be seen anywhere. i called my mum's cell and asked her what was up...
"hello, chris?"
"hey mum, is yr power out?"
"yeah, now that you mention it, i guess it is. i didn't notice because i was sleeping..."
it's nice to know i can be of some help to my mum through waking her up in the middle of a deep, and presumably peaceful sleep. i would have called my dad, he probably would have been really upset, yet strangely entertaining, but i didn't have his new cell number. everything seemed crazy to me though, everything i was seeing, i thought i was still pretty fucked up from earlier, but no, it wasn't me. no tvs in houses, no street lights, had to be extra careful cos now the cops can hide in their little speedtrap spots and be even less visible...
it was as if the world i live in (or used to, up until a year or so ago) was one big movie set and all the crew people had cut the lights off and left for the day. it's a weird feeling.
i have to stay up until at least 7:30 because i have no idea as to when i have to be at work later today. i don't know if i have to be there at 1:30 or 4. it's a bit important to know these kinds of things. i must speak with someone, someone important, or at least someone reasonably awake enough to tell me when to be there.
gotta make the call with my shitty cell phone that doesn't work half the time. the other half of the time, it's stuck on silent, so i wouldn't know either way anyway. go ahead, call me at 910-578-7398. i guarantee i won't answer. not for lack of attention. it's just my phone is a piece of shit. it might work for ya, if you get lucky, i may just possibly answer. it's broken and beat all to hell like that.
i bought "unknown pleasures" by joy division last night. this is the fourth time i've bought this CD. two have been stolen/borrowed indefinitely, and i broke one when i stepped on it in the middle of the night. i just can't stand to be without my joy division. yeah.
rock, but be quiet about it. let's keep it to a sort of "inward rocking out". bye now.
"hello, chris?"
"hey mum, is yr power out?"
"yeah, now that you mention it, i guess it is. i didn't notice because i was sleeping..."
it's nice to know i can be of some help to my mum through waking her up in the middle of a deep, and presumably peaceful sleep. i would have called my dad, he probably would have been really upset, yet strangely entertaining, but i didn't have his new cell number. everything seemed crazy to me though, everything i was seeing, i thought i was still pretty fucked up from earlier, but no, it wasn't me. no tvs in houses, no street lights, had to be extra careful cos now the cops can hide in their little speedtrap spots and be even less visible...
it was as if the world i live in (or used to, up until a year or so ago) was one big movie set and all the crew people had cut the lights off and left for the day. it's a weird feeling.
i have to stay up until at least 7:30 because i have no idea as to when i have to be at work later today. i don't know if i have to be there at 1:30 or 4. it's a bit important to know these kinds of things. i must speak with someone, someone important, or at least someone reasonably awake enough to tell me when to be there.
gotta make the call with my shitty cell phone that doesn't work half the time. the other half of the time, it's stuck on silent, so i wouldn't know either way anyway. go ahead, call me at 910-578-7398. i guarantee i won't answer. not for lack of attention. it's just my phone is a piece of shit. it might work for ya, if you get lucky, i may just possibly answer. it's broken and beat all to hell like that.
i bought "unknown pleasures" by joy division last night. this is the fourth time i've bought this CD. two have been stolen/borrowed indefinitely, and i broke one when i stepped on it in the middle of the night. i just can't stand to be without my joy division. yeah.
rock, but be quiet about it. let's keep it to a sort of "inward rocking out". bye now.