Its Saturday and Im at work. Not just for a bit, but for a full shift. But thats another thing; I dont really have a said shift I just do my work and then leave when its done. It could be from 7:00am until 4:30pm, or it could be from 7:00am until 7:00pm. Im fucking off early today because Ive got some important things to do. Such as...buy a plant and some wine for a party tonight. Tonight is a birthday / housewarming part for Peter and Amanda. Its Amandas 23rd and obviously, their first house.
I didnt know what to bring them? Cutlery, dishes, pots, pans, small appliances, cups? He said that theyve got pretty much everything they need. So Im going with the classic house plant and bottle of Wolf Blass Cab Sauvignon. Im considering offering up one of my red tipped jade plants...Easy to keep in any condition...but I love my three so much. Well see.
I went to a local show last night. They always make me feel awkward. Ill tell you why. Chances are, if youre going to a local show (especially in Cambridge); youre going to know a band. Also, youre going to know some people who know other bands. Then those people that you know start with the whole, Have you seen ______ before? Theyve been doing ____________ and __________ and have ___________ but they might not sound good tonight because _______________ but thats only because some fucking ____________, you know? Then afterwards comes the Yeah, they sounded alright. ________ needed to be WAY louder and ______ always forgets the words... I kind of wanted to fight a lot of people last night. All the bands were bad. I wish I had something better to do with my time.
I watched a pretty good movie last night, called Better Luck Tomorrow. It was almost a typical suburban-rich-kids-gone-bad movie, but with a bit of a twist. Camera work was nice, dialogue was honest and the message was clear.
Oh yeah, about my date and Mclusky. I guess theres not much to go into. We got along alright for the first part, but thats because I forced myself into not noticing her speaking in questions (up speak), saying like... and oh my gawd and wheres the fucking eye contact?! Completely disengaged with everything that I was trying to talk about and very critical of how strangers were dressed / walking / talking. I should have paid more attention to the hints earlier in the night, Whys he playing the Horseshoe. Thats so strange... To my surprise, she thought some DJ with a similar name was going to be entertaining us that night. She wasnt prepared for a band that sings about fucking your girlfriend while snorting a line and being in the best band in the world. Needless to say, she asked me to walk her to the TTC stop before they even went on. She wasnt even sweet about the mix-up, but rather very stuck up and angry about it. Meh...So I went back and had a hell of a time alone.
Thanks for the set up Tom.
I didnt know what to bring them? Cutlery, dishes, pots, pans, small appliances, cups? He said that theyve got pretty much everything they need. So Im going with the classic house plant and bottle of Wolf Blass Cab Sauvignon. Im considering offering up one of my red tipped jade plants...Easy to keep in any condition...but I love my three so much. Well see.
I went to a local show last night. They always make me feel awkward. Ill tell you why. Chances are, if youre going to a local show (especially in Cambridge); youre going to know a band. Also, youre going to know some people who know other bands. Then those people that you know start with the whole, Have you seen ______ before? Theyve been doing ____________ and __________ and have ___________ but they might not sound good tonight because _______________ but thats only because some fucking ____________, you know? Then afterwards comes the Yeah, they sounded alright. ________ needed to be WAY louder and ______ always forgets the words... I kind of wanted to fight a lot of people last night. All the bands were bad. I wish I had something better to do with my time.
I watched a pretty good movie last night, called Better Luck Tomorrow. It was almost a typical suburban-rich-kids-gone-bad movie, but with a bit of a twist. Camera work was nice, dialogue was honest and the message was clear.
Oh yeah, about my date and Mclusky. I guess theres not much to go into. We got along alright for the first part, but thats because I forced myself into not noticing her speaking in questions (up speak), saying like... and oh my gawd and wheres the fucking eye contact?! Completely disengaged with everything that I was trying to talk about and very critical of how strangers were dressed / walking / talking. I should have paid more attention to the hints earlier in the night, Whys he playing the Horseshoe. Thats so strange... To my surprise, she thought some DJ with a similar name was going to be entertaining us that night. She wasnt prepared for a band that sings about fucking your girlfriend while snorting a line and being in the best band in the world. Needless to say, she asked me to walk her to the TTC stop before they even went on. She wasnt even sweet about the mix-up, but rather very stuck up and angry about it. Meh...So I went back and had a hell of a time alone.
Thanks for the set up Tom.
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so what are you doing in the dot?