alright. here's the situation for this evening. currently, i just smoked a bowl, one of two. secondly, i am drinking cuervo straight out of the bottle, to dull my mind. why? let me tell you.
first, i had finally procured the number of a very cute, very hot, waitress at an undisclosed 24 hour establishment here in atlanta. she even drew a cartoon on the 3x5 she put her number on, to re-iterate her cuteness at a later date. i call her in the alloted time slot, and recieve a confirmation to date her today, circa 6 pm.
today, near the 3 pm time slot, i recieve a phone call. it is her. she calls to cancel and mentions a boyfriend. this sucks. really sucks. i thought she was single. that why she gave me her number, right?
so, instead of attending classes, i mope around, and watch a movie. or two. finally my friend chris calls.
he invites me to meet some of his friends and go bowling. sounds like fun. so i don the neccessary socks and shoes to go bowling. however, all is not well in the mind of this psychotic.
at some point while drinking coffee at a coffee house somewhere in the late evening in vahigh, chris mentions that i'm still the asshole i've always been. as a result, he wants not me to hang out with his friends, because he's still getting over losing his girlfriend and would rather not such an abstract and surreal person as myself upset the "support group" his so-called friends now make up. so, basically, chris tells me to fuck off because he doesn't want me hanging out with his friends.
this thoroughly pissed me off. i was in a rage. because, yes, during my freshman year of college, i realized i was being an asshole for being such a judgemental prick. over the next three years, i tried my damnedest to get rid of the superficiality and bullshit that dominated such a personality. i stopped judging people the best i could and systematically, removed all traces of the great big asshole i used to be.
however, chris didn't see me this way. he still saw me as an asshole, in spite of my efforts to patch up the friendship, and called me a manipulative person,and i couldn't respond. alright chris. you're a fucking psychotic. you need to get over your ex and stop treating your friends like enemies. i was pissed off.
so i walked all the way from vahigh to el myr in little five. fuck you chris. i drank three margaritas. currently, i swig shots from my own cuervo. however, i was very angry.
i was somewhat pleased to be able to talk with this character named "qui". he was a comp. sci folk as myself and introduced himself friendly when he bought my third margarita. i enjoyed speaking with qui, an asian american, who enjoyed expounding on the racism here in atlanta. he seemed very much in tune with the correct algorithms of the world.
i am completely trashed, stoned, and not looking forward to waking up tomorrow. another swig of the cuervo, another hit of the bowl, and i will be completely without senses and ability to type any further. it's amazing i got this far.
i need to escape this world. i need to become very meta. i need to realize the outer self. good night, world.
first, i had finally procured the number of a very cute, very hot, waitress at an undisclosed 24 hour establishment here in atlanta. she even drew a cartoon on the 3x5 she put her number on, to re-iterate her cuteness at a later date. i call her in the alloted time slot, and recieve a confirmation to date her today, circa 6 pm.
today, near the 3 pm time slot, i recieve a phone call. it is her. she calls to cancel and mentions a boyfriend. this sucks. really sucks. i thought she was single. that why she gave me her number, right?
so, instead of attending classes, i mope around, and watch a movie. or two. finally my friend chris calls.
he invites me to meet some of his friends and go bowling. sounds like fun. so i don the neccessary socks and shoes to go bowling. however, all is not well in the mind of this psychotic.
at some point while drinking coffee at a coffee house somewhere in the late evening in vahigh, chris mentions that i'm still the asshole i've always been. as a result, he wants not me to hang out with his friends, because he's still getting over losing his girlfriend and would rather not such an abstract and surreal person as myself upset the "support group" his so-called friends now make up. so, basically, chris tells me to fuck off because he doesn't want me hanging out with his friends.
this thoroughly pissed me off. i was in a rage. because, yes, during my freshman year of college, i realized i was being an asshole for being such a judgemental prick. over the next three years, i tried my damnedest to get rid of the superficiality and bullshit that dominated such a personality. i stopped judging people the best i could and systematically, removed all traces of the great big asshole i used to be.
however, chris didn't see me this way. he still saw me as an asshole, in spite of my efforts to patch up the friendship, and called me a manipulative person,and i couldn't respond. alright chris. you're a fucking psychotic. you need to get over your ex and stop treating your friends like enemies. i was pissed off.
so i walked all the way from vahigh to el myr in little five. fuck you chris. i drank three margaritas. currently, i swig shots from my own cuervo. however, i was very angry.
i was somewhat pleased to be able to talk with this character named "qui". he was a comp. sci folk as myself and introduced himself friendly when he bought my third margarita. i enjoyed speaking with qui, an asian american, who enjoyed expounding on the racism here in atlanta. he seemed very much in tune with the correct algorithms of the world.
i am completely trashed, stoned, and not looking forward to waking up tomorrow. another swig of the cuervo, another hit of the bowl, and i will be completely without senses and ability to type any further. it's amazing i got this far.
i need to escape this world. i need to become very meta. i need to realize the outer self. good night, world.