Forming plan to rock Killadelphia with Doc Mok on Thursday, my first day off after 15 consecutive days at work. Bear Is Driving is playing, of whom I've never heard.
Wanted to leave work today at midnight. Left at quarter of 2. Clocked out some time around 1.
Got a bottle of Seven Crown today at a store run by a Chinese family. The absurdly overweight adolescent male insisted on completing the sale on his own, despite the guidance of a woman who I assumed was his mother. She fucking carded me. The bottle was a mere $10.99, possibly the lowest price I've ever paid for booze. I have to check a VA ABC store's price, the next time I'm near one, for comparison shopping. At any rate, that's where I'll go for my Seagram's, from now on.
The guy in Super Fresh tonight was a total cock, some underage piece of shit with a bicep tattoo visible under his green polo shirt. Guess what, asshole: you're wearing a green polo shirt. I considered asking him where he got his work done, so that I can check them out, but then I decided that he's an asshole wearing a green polo shirt, so I shouldn't direct my business to whichever parlor he patronizes. I forgot to buy a bottle of 7up. More whiskey on the rocks.
For a coaster, I use the jewel case of my (suprisingly) legitimate copy of The Sims, which I played for about 10 days since moving Nawth. I made a family of Japanese sisters, Aika and Natsuko Nakamura: one had become an army drill sargeant, the other had become a police desk sargeant. Since I've stopped playing, I've started drinking and fucking around online more. I feel that I've made the right choice.
I bought 4 bananas. I still want to buy some kiwi.
On second thought, maybe I should drive back to Super Fresh to ask the asshole which parlor I should be sure to avoid. I could get some kiwi.
Then again, I've had too much whiskey to leave my apartment.
Wanted to leave work today at midnight. Left at quarter of 2. Clocked out some time around 1.
Got a bottle of Seven Crown today at a store run by a Chinese family. The absurdly overweight adolescent male insisted on completing the sale on his own, despite the guidance of a woman who I assumed was his mother. She fucking carded me. The bottle was a mere $10.99, possibly the lowest price I've ever paid for booze. I have to check a VA ABC store's price, the next time I'm near one, for comparison shopping. At any rate, that's where I'll go for my Seagram's, from now on.
The guy in Super Fresh tonight was a total cock, some underage piece of shit with a bicep tattoo visible under his green polo shirt. Guess what, asshole: you're wearing a green polo shirt. I considered asking him where he got his work done, so that I can check them out, but then I decided that he's an asshole wearing a green polo shirt, so I shouldn't direct my business to whichever parlor he patronizes. I forgot to buy a bottle of 7up. More whiskey on the rocks.
For a coaster, I use the jewel case of my (suprisingly) legitimate copy of The Sims, which I played for about 10 days since moving Nawth. I made a family of Japanese sisters, Aika and Natsuko Nakamura: one had become an army drill sargeant, the other had become a police desk sargeant. Since I've stopped playing, I've started drinking and fucking around online more. I feel that I've made the right choice.
I bought 4 bananas. I still want to buy some kiwi.
On second thought, maybe I should drive back to Super Fresh to ask the asshole which parlor I should be sure to avoid. I could get some kiwi.
Then again, I've had too much whiskey to leave my apartment.