Calls
It's Friday, and I have no plans for the rest of the evening. Pathetic. Actually, a hot bath and some bourbon are sounding kind of nice right now, considering they are a substitute for any kind of real life. Kid A is not returning my calls again, which really irritates me and I don't like it. Boy B was at work today, so I made it known that I don't appreciate him blowing me off for a bong hit and a six-pack. He said he would call me tonight, but I sincerely doubt that he will. It seems that the only person who is calling me is Dr. Evil, who now thinks it's ok to just call me because he ambushed me at school and I didn't punch him in the face. But in reality, I don't want to see him, and every time he calls me and leaves a message on my phone, I find myself saying fuck you into it repeatedly instead of listening to it. I'm thinking of programming his number into my phone so I don't accidentally answer it one day, but I'm trying to think of a fitting epithet to use. Any suggestions?
An NFL team is staying in our hotel this weekend; that oughtta be interesting. They always act like they're going to eat a bunch of food, but my girlfriend eats more than they do, and her diet consists primarily of Starbucks frappucinos. And to top it off, the only player for them I can name doesn't play for them any more, so that gives you some sort of idea as to how anti-climactic the whole thing is going to be.
My house is a wreck. I wish there was an elf that could come and take care of things while I'm away all day, but sadly, he does not exist. So, I'm being inundated with junk mail that just piles up because inspiration and motivation have left the building. Right now I'm fighting the urge to just crawl into bed and do nothing because I know that it would make no difference to no one except for me, and right now, I don't really care about me very much.
On another note, I started a new painting the other day, and so far, I think it looks pretty cool. Now if I could just finish the other three that I started months ago, we'd be in business.
Well, I guess that's it for now. I'm sure I'll espouse more drivel later, perhaps after a couple of stiff drinks.
An NFL team is staying in our hotel this weekend; that oughtta be interesting. They always act like they're going to eat a bunch of food, but my girlfriend eats more than they do, and her diet consists primarily of Starbucks frappucinos. And to top it off, the only player for them I can name doesn't play for them any more, so that gives you some sort of idea as to how anti-climactic the whole thing is going to be.
My house is a wreck. I wish there was an elf that could come and take care of things while I'm away all day, but sadly, he does not exist. So, I'm being inundated with junk mail that just piles up because inspiration and motivation have left the building. Right now I'm fighting the urge to just crawl into bed and do nothing because I know that it would make no difference to no one except for me, and right now, I don't really care about me very much.
On another note, I started a new painting the other day, and so far, I think it looks pretty cool. Now if I could just finish the other three that I started months ago, we'd be in business.
Well, I guess that's it for now. I'm sure I'll espouse more drivel later, perhaps after a couple of stiff drinks.
posted by Ocean | 5:42 PM
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