Here I am sitting with the chill glow of the computer, wondering if I should partake in an adult beverage. Guess I will, after I'm done typing.
The hotel I work at is remodeling the ceiling and putting in new vents. At this point they have the drop ceiling tiles removed so we can see up to the top. All sorts of wires are hanging down and criss-crossing, makes the place look like a jumble of Hellraiser and Home Depot. If only I could get one of my co-workers (and Iuse the trem worker loosely) to touch a couple of the exposed wires. I've been amusing myself by throwing the occasional object up into the ducts and remaining tiles. Just two things, nothing stinky either. One or two things is funny, more would make me an asshole. Little acts of rebellion....
Ever wish you had motivation to do something, but find yourself not motivated enough to do figure out what you want to do?
Sometimes late at night or while I'm driving in the car I get the urge to start writing things down. Then I either fall asleep and forget about it or I get to work and forget about it. Maybe if I fell asleep at work, I would remember....
This journal entering stuff is kind of liberating. I'm a guy, so I know that no one will be prying into my thoughts. Hey, who wants to look at the musings of a line cook, when you've got pictures of naked women?
Well I suppose if anyone does read this, that would be cool anyway.
As I'm sitting here I realize that I lied a bit, I got up halfway through this long entry and got myself an alcoholic beverage. At my advanced age, you tend to need the muscle relaxer. I find myself feeling nostalgic for the old days before I turned 21. Sitting in friends basements smoking pot and dropping acid. I had some cool friends back then. Guess things just changed when I hit 21. I stopped the pot and shrooms and just stayed with the beer. After all beer was now legal for me, the other stuff just got to be a pain in the ass to buy.
Oh well, I should end this before the admins pull my writing privilages.
More to follow tomorrow, if I don't get lucky.
Last minute edit, if anyone reads this, where does one go to get dreds and where can I find some info on getting them or making them?
The hotel I work at is remodeling the ceiling and putting in new vents. At this point they have the drop ceiling tiles removed so we can see up to the top. All sorts of wires are hanging down and criss-crossing, makes the place look like a jumble of Hellraiser and Home Depot. If only I could get one of my co-workers (and Iuse the trem worker loosely) to touch a couple of the exposed wires. I've been amusing myself by throwing the occasional object up into the ducts and remaining tiles. Just two things, nothing stinky either. One or two things is funny, more would make me an asshole. Little acts of rebellion....
Ever wish you had motivation to do something, but find yourself not motivated enough to do figure out what you want to do?
Sometimes late at night or while I'm driving in the car I get the urge to start writing things down. Then I either fall asleep and forget about it or I get to work and forget about it. Maybe if I fell asleep at work, I would remember....
This journal entering stuff is kind of liberating. I'm a guy, so I know that no one will be prying into my thoughts. Hey, who wants to look at the musings of a line cook, when you've got pictures of naked women?
Well I suppose if anyone does read this, that would be cool anyway.
As I'm sitting here I realize that I lied a bit, I got up halfway through this long entry and got myself an alcoholic beverage. At my advanced age, you tend to need the muscle relaxer. I find myself feeling nostalgic for the old days before I turned 21. Sitting in friends basements smoking pot and dropping acid. I had some cool friends back then. Guess things just changed when I hit 21. I stopped the pot and shrooms and just stayed with the beer. After all beer was now legal for me, the other stuff just got to be a pain in the ass to buy.
Oh well, I should end this before the admins pull my writing privilages.
More to follow tomorrow, if I don't get lucky.
Last minute edit, if anyone reads this, where does one go to get dreds and where can I find some info on getting them or making them?
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