So I had a long day, and I'm too tired to go over completely, so I'm just gonna highlight the "important" things.
I got into yeat *another* horrible fight with my father. This one left me chasing his car in socks at their house. I broke my toe in the process. Yes, it's broken. I'm sure of it. I can FEEL the fracture.
Went over to Kayla's. Which was, well...Alright, I enjoyed going there. Her father is awesome, she in person is much cooler than on the phone. That's hard to beat. It's simply that it was, shall we say, uneventful, and not in a sense as if to say, "oh I didn't tap that." Because that's disgusting. I barely know her. Wouldn't be the first time, but still, she deserves better than that. It was just like, Hello, Here's pizza, let's watch tv, oh you have to go. I had a good time, I just wish I'd talked more with her.
I think I also got worried that I was being a jackass and that as blunt as she is she wouldn't tell me. I worry more than a Paranoid Sychtzophrenic. Litterally. So I felt like I was being a cocksucker since I couldn't come up with anything humorous other than making cracks about sex and mindless annoying shit, while throwing out real terrible pick-up lines as a joke. She laughed, but hey, I still felt like an ass. So, it was uneventful. Hopefully she'll decide to go to the World Inferno show at Irving next Saturday, which will be cooler. BTW, Kay, I'll pick you up. Dun't worry.
Alright, so then I walk 3 miles in total with only 15, no, 9 dollars in my pocket. With a broken toe. I hopped trains to Penn Station in NY, and I almost had to crash a park bench...for those of you not familiar with the terminology, I was looking for benches to sleep on till 7 am tomorrow. My FATHER picks me up.
We did not talk the entire ride back.
Jay's an asshole, because he locked the front door's one lock I don't have a key for. I had to wake up the fucking landlady, which was NOT fun. It's either that or sleep in the public den with crazy old Kerry Buchino, mister "I have beer if you pay me". I don't even think that guy has an apartment. I should ask him.
Today was one of those days that was so worthless you have to find pleasure and humor in it's simplisitc irony and bullshit. So I'm happy, and Kayla I did have fun. Hope we can do it again.
I'm VERY happy. As happy as a man with a broken toe can be.
Leave me messages, I get lonely easily.
I got into yeat *another* horrible fight with my father. This one left me chasing his car in socks at their house. I broke my toe in the process. Yes, it's broken. I'm sure of it. I can FEEL the fracture.
Went over to Kayla's. Which was, well...Alright, I enjoyed going there. Her father is awesome, she in person is much cooler than on the phone. That's hard to beat. It's simply that it was, shall we say, uneventful, and not in a sense as if to say, "oh I didn't tap that." Because that's disgusting. I barely know her. Wouldn't be the first time, but still, she deserves better than that. It was just like, Hello, Here's pizza, let's watch tv, oh you have to go. I had a good time, I just wish I'd talked more with her.
I think I also got worried that I was being a jackass and that as blunt as she is she wouldn't tell me. I worry more than a Paranoid Sychtzophrenic. Litterally. So I felt like I was being a cocksucker since I couldn't come up with anything humorous other than making cracks about sex and mindless annoying shit, while throwing out real terrible pick-up lines as a joke. She laughed, but hey, I still felt like an ass. So, it was uneventful. Hopefully she'll decide to go to the World Inferno show at Irving next Saturday, which will be cooler. BTW, Kay, I'll pick you up. Dun't worry.
Alright, so then I walk 3 miles in total with only 15, no, 9 dollars in my pocket. With a broken toe. I hopped trains to Penn Station in NY, and I almost had to crash a park bench...for those of you not familiar with the terminology, I was looking for benches to sleep on till 7 am tomorrow. My FATHER picks me up.
We did not talk the entire ride back.
Jay's an asshole, because he locked the front door's one lock I don't have a key for. I had to wake up the fucking landlady, which was NOT fun. It's either that or sleep in the public den with crazy old Kerry Buchino, mister "I have beer if you pay me". I don't even think that guy has an apartment. I should ask him.
Today was one of those days that was so worthless you have to find pleasure and humor in it's simplisitc irony and bullshit. So I'm happy, and Kayla I did have fun. Hope we can do it again.
I'm VERY happy. As happy as a man with a broken toe can be.
Leave me messages, I get lonely easily.