Last night just beyond midnight I checked my balance and I had nothing. I was overdrawn. I've since gotten paid and I have a little bit of money on me.
But yeah. This is how life has been lately. Stupid broken down cars and flat tires and incredibly high phone bills.
I really feel like I'm losing it a little. They killed my overtime at work. "The economy is bad." The black guy I work with says it's Bush's fault.
Whoever's fault it is, I hate you.
Today has been a day of mostly misery and stir-craziness.
I'm losing my dung here. I'm at work. I'm emailing myself a blog so that I can post it when I get home tonight.
I'm blogging because I'm losing my mind with the repetition.
Oh, God.
I went to lunch an hour or so ago and had a new burger called the DAILY DOUBLE from mcdonalds.
My breath is nasty. Nasssssty.
I have a co-worker who pronounces the word "yacht" as "YATCH." As in BEE-YATCH. We deal with YATCH brokers all the time.
This week has not been one of my best. Mostly just coasting. Getting through the day. Getting through work. emailing when I can. Breathing that sigh of relief.
This week has not involved a single cigarette, but it has involved a lot of coughing and snot. Are they related? I don't know. I think they are.
That is, because last week, after not having smoked for a good while, I gave in. Gave in big-time. And it probably made God mad. Or at least my lungs.
This morning while trolling myspace I came across one of the skinheads that beat me up. the only one I knew. It made me a little sick. Apparently he's a big activist now. Listening to hip hop. Holding up signs in Washington. I feel like writing him. Telling him that he owes me upwards of ten grand in therapy bills. I used to want to forgive him. Now that I've seen a photo of him holding his girlfriend, I want to empty him. I want to slash his Achilles tendons.
This evening I'm supposed to be having dinner with my manager for her birthday. She just turned 25. The co-workers who I spend 40 hours a week with in this little freezing laboratory and I will be going to a place called The Knife Steakhouse. My mouth just watered as I typed that.
We'll see how it goes. I looked up reviews for this place. The average review is below average.
But I didn't choose it.
If we all die of salmonella it will not have been my fault.
No Country for Old Men opened in select cities today. Or last Friday. But Miami is not select enough.
My friend Danny just passed his CPA exam. He's been working on this dung for over a year now. The stress of it probably took a year off of his life.
He's one of my favorite people in the world and he's having people over to his place tonight to celebrate with champagne and whatever. Whatnots.
I'm looking forward to going and talking to him for a while. I love the guy. I really, really do.
He is wealthy and beautiful and well-read and funny. I have to admit that I occasionally look at him with a bit of envy.
Okay. By the time I post this I will have had steak, diarrhea, and champagne. I hope my night was good.
But yeah. This is how life has been lately. Stupid broken down cars and flat tires and incredibly high phone bills.
I really feel like I'm losing it a little. They killed my overtime at work. "The economy is bad." The black guy I work with says it's Bush's fault.
Whoever's fault it is, I hate you.
Today has been a day of mostly misery and stir-craziness.
I'm losing my dung here. I'm at work. I'm emailing myself a blog so that I can post it when I get home tonight.
I'm blogging because I'm losing my mind with the repetition.
Oh, God.
I went to lunch an hour or so ago and had a new burger called the DAILY DOUBLE from mcdonalds.
My breath is nasty. Nasssssty.
I have a co-worker who pronounces the word "yacht" as "YATCH." As in BEE-YATCH. We deal with YATCH brokers all the time.
This week has not been one of my best. Mostly just coasting. Getting through the day. Getting through work. emailing when I can. Breathing that sigh of relief.
This week has not involved a single cigarette, but it has involved a lot of coughing and snot. Are they related? I don't know. I think they are.
That is, because last week, after not having smoked for a good while, I gave in. Gave in big-time. And it probably made God mad. Or at least my lungs.
This morning while trolling myspace I came across one of the skinheads that beat me up. the only one I knew. It made me a little sick. Apparently he's a big activist now. Listening to hip hop. Holding up signs in Washington. I feel like writing him. Telling him that he owes me upwards of ten grand in therapy bills. I used to want to forgive him. Now that I've seen a photo of him holding his girlfriend, I want to empty him. I want to slash his Achilles tendons.
This evening I'm supposed to be having dinner with my manager for her birthday. She just turned 25. The co-workers who I spend 40 hours a week with in this little freezing laboratory and I will be going to a place called The Knife Steakhouse. My mouth just watered as I typed that.
We'll see how it goes. I looked up reviews for this place. The average review is below average.
But I didn't choose it.
If we all die of salmonella it will not have been my fault.
No Country for Old Men opened in select cities today. Or last Friday. But Miami is not select enough.
My friend Danny just passed his CPA exam. He's been working on this dung for over a year now. The stress of it probably took a year off of his life.
He's one of my favorite people in the world and he's having people over to his place tonight to celebrate with champagne and whatever. Whatnots.
I'm looking forward to going and talking to him for a while. I love the guy. I really, really do.
He is wealthy and beautiful and well-read and funny. I have to admit that I occasionally look at him with a bit of envy.
Okay. By the time I post this I will have had steak, diarrhea, and champagne. I hope my night was good.
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productiondiva:
How was the diarrhea?
avidity:
new blog...let's go. i left you some sentiment in my blog. muah 