Not much to say today.
I have an ex roommate passed out on my living room floor. We work together. Unfortunately, tomorrow he is working in Mill Valley and I am working in Half Moon Bay. The thing that makes this so bad is he lives in San Francisco and took BART (the local subway system for all of you East Coasters) to the A's game in Oakland where he got shit faced and thrown in the drunk tank. ( Let me know when this tarts sounding like the last half hour of Goodfellas. You know, the "I gotta take the silencers to Jimmy, pick up my brother from the airport, pick up the stuff from the guys in Philly, etc. etc. and so forth. Back to the enrty) So, my brother picks up my old roommate and brings him back here. In the morning, he needs to be in Mill Valley at 7. It's about an hour from here if he was able to drive straight there. The problem is, he took BART and his car is in the city and BART doesn't open until 6. Half Moon Bay is about forty minutes to the east of where I live. The only way I think I can do it so we both make it to work on time is if I drive his drunk ass all of the way to the city (45 mins in the wrong direction) drop him off and then drive down to HMB. (Go to mapquest. It really isn't that bad. Yeah, yeah it is. I'm gonna hafta leave at 5 instead of 6:15. That drunk mother fucker.) This is coming from the guy that makes me walk a mile up a hill everytime I visit him because "It kind of a pain in the ass to pick you up from BART.) I should just dump his ass in Millbrae at the BART station there @ 6 and wish him the best of luck. It's also bad because he has a habit and a reputation for showing up late and smelling of alcohol.
What are you gonna do?
I watched the second half of that Bob Dylan documentary today. Man that guy is cool.
I'm going to get some sleep. I knew I shouldn't of had that cup of coffee at the old lady's house today.
Oh, and about that, we still haven't talked about it. I think we're gonna let the final word come down on the house (it isn't as sure as I thought. Getting the house I mean.) before we discuss it in to much detail.
Good night Wessley. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
I have an ex roommate passed out on my living room floor. We work together. Unfortunately, tomorrow he is working in Mill Valley and I am working in Half Moon Bay. The thing that makes this so bad is he lives in San Francisco and took BART (the local subway system for all of you East Coasters) to the A's game in Oakland where he got shit faced and thrown in the drunk tank. ( Let me know when this tarts sounding like the last half hour of Goodfellas. You know, the "I gotta take the silencers to Jimmy, pick up my brother from the airport, pick up the stuff from the guys in Philly, etc. etc. and so forth. Back to the enrty) So, my brother picks up my old roommate and brings him back here. In the morning, he needs to be in Mill Valley at 7. It's about an hour from here if he was able to drive straight there. The problem is, he took BART and his car is in the city and BART doesn't open until 6. Half Moon Bay is about forty minutes to the east of where I live. The only way I think I can do it so we both make it to work on time is if I drive his drunk ass all of the way to the city (45 mins in the wrong direction) drop him off and then drive down to HMB. (Go to mapquest. It really isn't that bad. Yeah, yeah it is. I'm gonna hafta leave at 5 instead of 6:15. That drunk mother fucker.) This is coming from the guy that makes me walk a mile up a hill everytime I visit him because "It kind of a pain in the ass to pick you up from BART.) I should just dump his ass in Millbrae at the BART station there @ 6 and wish him the best of luck. It's also bad because he has a habit and a reputation for showing up late and smelling of alcohol.
What are you gonna do?
I watched the second half of that Bob Dylan documentary today. Man that guy is cool.
I'm going to get some sleep. I knew I shouldn't of had that cup of coffee at the old lady's house today.
Oh, and about that, we still haven't talked about it. I think we're gonna let the final word come down on the house (it isn't as sure as I thought. Getting the house I mean.) before we discuss it in to much detail.
Good night Wessley. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
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Not sure what your feeling on Bright Eyes are but he just released to great folk/country albums.
Cassadaga and the Four Winds EP.
Good place to start: http://youtube.com/watch?v=XaV-nGQ5yqw