ragingwhore42

i wish everyone was as cool as james. he comes over and takes me out to eat and chain smokes with me and makes me go on coffee runs with him cause he's an addict. and he's the coolest. these aren't really the only reasons he's the coolest. but they help. he saves me from my misery. which is good. and then we sit out in the cold and talk about retarded people and their bullshit soapboxes and i drink my cappucinno which is 80% foam and i start rocking in my chair until he demands that i go potty-even though it means i have to use the dirty public bathroom-and maybe even get crabs-and i write O'Doyle rules on the chalkboard and have to explain where it came from to him cause he doesn't get out much-or he's too cool for adam sandler movies-and he doesn't know who kevin smith is-and perhaps i should hate him for it-but it's cute and then he goes off about hating portland and what it's becoming with all these scenester fucks everywhere and i tell him to be nice cause i still love my city-which isn't really mine-but i'm growing quite attached and it's been so long since i've been somewhere that feels like home-and then we go back to my place and play games and kill hookers and flip over taxi-cabs and he's disappointed cause you can't sexually assault the hookers on the beach-and then he plays with the chrissie and we all go on crazy hippie runs which always turn out to be a waste of time-and we come back to my place-he's still got cinnamon twists and he doesn't know that my baloney's second name is H-O-M-E-R, for some odd reason he thinks it may be y-fronts which he has to explain to me cause i can be amazingly slow after going a week without pot and now he plays games again-and i wish he came over everyday-or at least lived close so i could go over and chain smoke with him at his house-or try to save him from his misery and i'm rambling-but i wish everyone was as cool as james. or even as fun-and not rude and retarded. ok so i'm going away again to enjoy it while he's here.