jynastar

so its another boring day here in the windy one. i'm laying on the bed trying to fight back the sleep that is clouding my mind.
the last 24 hours were basically the same crap that it always was.
worked at a job that i hate for about four hours. the only good thing about being a receptionist is that i can fuck around when anyone leaves the room and do my "real job" which would be send around articles and such. that and check my email.
so i leave the worthless job and make a break for the outside world of bars night clubs and such when the phone starts chirping with its newly downloaded simple plan tune.turns out to be my buddy jameson trying to convince me to go see his band play a show that he completely forgot about. so now i'm running out the door to make a quick stop to pick up my freind and make it to the venue.
walk in about half way through the set and notice dear j boy has a scowl across his pretty face that could knock angels from the sky.
freind amber whispers "whats up his ass? should we approach him?"
i look for something that can be used as a weapon in the event that he decides to attack. cant find anything but a half consumed rolling rock bottle. damnit.
turns out j dog was fine just a little frustrated. we go out to pick me up for some late night coffee and cheese fries with a freind of his. quick surrvey of the room details we somehow ended up with the best looking boys in the joint. someone at another table gets screamed at for having cloves. we hide our staff and frantically smoke all my marlboro lights.
jameson keeps saying hes going to quit music and i dont beleive him. now granted the boy has so much damned talent thats its impossible to picture him doing anything else with his life. he knows his shit.
in the event i ever get him properly motivated, he could do great things.
conversation turn from the cheese fries and j leaving his band to small talk about my freind mateo giving his girlfreinds dog to some homeless guy. good going jackass!
conversation comes back to me. oh fuck jyn think of something. all eyes are upon me as if i have the answer to all of life stupid little questions. uh...uh...
came up with a stupid philoshy last night about the beloved residents of the windy one.
mostly it was about living and dying in wicker park.
there is crack in the drinking water. i am almost postive at this point. in dire need of a chemist to test Chicago's water supply, the behavior of the locales has gone from an austonding out of their minds to an accelerated rate of what in the bloody hell is wrong with you people!
my breathern was never among what most would consider normal so you find a higher rate of insanity among them. most came from contaminated gene pools that even the strongest amonts of chlorine couldnt filter out the history of retardness.there is a saying among the locals though. if you go to la to become famous and new york to be rich then you end up in chicago homicaidal, estranged, addicted to painkillers, and a stripper.
at least that was the story with half the folks i knew.
sometimes i wonder if that is all i have to work with here. oh well there is always tomarrow.
jameson is online again so i'm going to talk him out of ending his musical career. if i had that much talent i wouldnt just stop. but what can you do.
oh talked to on the phone and panted for a long time. oh yeah. i think i will always love that boy just a little.
saw at spy bar and about fell over. she looked amazinghe took a little skip over and hugged me and i was tempted to drag her in the bathroom and hump until she passed out.
*whistles* good thing her boyfreind is reading this journal entry.