friday night i had dinner with my exgirlfriend and realized that there will never be anyone else like her. in a good way. 
every other female i try to get along with is like swimming upstream. and although my flesh is somewhat pink, i ain't so salmon.
it's taken a long time, but even though we are just friends. i know that we're really good friends. that used to make me uneasy, but now i find comfort in it.
i must add, that she was waiting for me at my place for me to get off work and she fell asleep on my couch all bundled up and when i walked in she was asleep with toby and for a split second i thought nothing had changed. it was a flashback that shook me a bit.
also, on saturday night, i met this crazy cowboy that was going to take me to a latenight but stopped by his place to get a joint and we ended up smoking it there. i was freezing because i onl y had a tshirt and shorts ( my SG tshirt!) so he let me wear this slick-ass redneck leather jacket that looked like either travis tritt or starsky & hutch would wear it, a huge, white cowboy hat, and a pair of crocodile skin boot (which he warned, "don't fuck them up man, those are my crocs"). now this guy stood well over six feet with a full, dark beard and huge glasses which met the rim of his huge cowboy hat. he looked very....texan. like in the movies. like a nerdy texan, but still a texan. well, anyway, he started to act crazy. kinda like dave chappelle in "half baked" when he's selling weed to himself as the rapper and the guy makes him sit and smoke with him and starts getting all personal saying "my lawyer slept with my mama! my doctor says i need a backiotomy!". yeah, like that. and then he starts to tell me that he grows a beard to hide the grotesque scars that pickle his maimed face. now here's the part where you try not to laugh after smoking a joint with the crazy cowboy: he says, "a damn mexican tried to bite my face off! that dirty son-of-a-bitch bit my jaw like a goddamned pit bull". i shit you not. by this time i realize he can not drive to the latenight and i get on the ol' celly and start calling for a cab, but end up with a very lovely, yet somewhat frantic female friend (let's just call her zilrellim) and i go from very crazy to just crazy, which i guess is an improvement. it seemed so in the morning. but then i am a morning person. funny, i am but i usually stay up all night, and barely have enough time to give the sunrise a kiss goodnight. maybe i'm a night person, too.
well, one thing's for sure. i am a sleep person of late. i slept over 12 hrs today. but it was rainy, and my day off and i'm somewhat gloomy-ish. so sleep seemed appropriate.
did i mention i'm vegetarian again? not that it matters, but i'm back on the wagon, back in the fold, after a short spell of...i dunno. a combination of laziness, apathy, hopelessness, and angst. so anyway, yeah.
every other female i try to get along with is like swimming upstream. and although my flesh is somewhat pink, i ain't so salmon.
it's taken a long time, but even though we are just friends. i know that we're really good friends. that used to make me uneasy, but now i find comfort in it.
i must add, that she was waiting for me at my place for me to get off work and she fell asleep on my couch all bundled up and when i walked in she was asleep with toby and for a split second i thought nothing had changed. it was a flashback that shook me a bit.
also, on saturday night, i met this crazy cowboy that was going to take me to a latenight but stopped by his place to get a joint and we ended up smoking it there. i was freezing because i onl y had a tshirt and shorts ( my SG tshirt!) so he let me wear this slick-ass redneck leather jacket that looked like either travis tritt or starsky & hutch would wear it, a huge, white cowboy hat, and a pair of crocodile skin boot (which he warned, "don't fuck them up man, those are my crocs"). now this guy stood well over six feet with a full, dark beard and huge glasses which met the rim of his huge cowboy hat. he looked very....texan. like in the movies. like a nerdy texan, but still a texan. well, anyway, he started to act crazy. kinda like dave chappelle in "half baked" when he's selling weed to himself as the rapper and the guy makes him sit and smoke with him and starts getting all personal saying "my lawyer slept with my mama! my doctor says i need a backiotomy!". yeah, like that. and then he starts to tell me that he grows a beard to hide the grotesque scars that pickle his maimed face. now here's the part where you try not to laugh after smoking a joint with the crazy cowboy: he says, "a damn mexican tried to bite my face off! that dirty son-of-a-bitch bit my jaw like a goddamned pit bull". i shit you not. by this time i realize he can not drive to the latenight and i get on the ol' celly and start calling for a cab, but end up with a very lovely, yet somewhat frantic female friend (let's just call her zilrellim) and i go from very crazy to just crazy, which i guess is an improvement. it seemed so in the morning. but then i am a morning person. funny, i am but i usually stay up all night, and barely have enough time to give the sunrise a kiss goodnight. maybe i'm a night person, too.
well, one thing's for sure. i am a sleep person of late. i slept over 12 hrs today. but it was rainy, and my day off and i'm somewhat gloomy-ish. so sleep seemed appropriate.
did i mention i'm vegetarian again? not that it matters, but i'm back on the wagon, back in the fold, after a short spell of...i dunno. a combination of laziness, apathy, hopelessness, and angst. so anyway, yeah.
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
I hope your work day is going well!
Don't pay without lay!