Saturday, June 21, 2003
i'me laying here on the floor tired from work with my hands reaching up to my hkeyboard. i can't really see what i'm typing, but i'm pretty good at this now, i think. years of practice... typing and all.... bloggin... but yeah. i've typed drunk enough that i can usually string together the letters needed to make proper words, even if my vision is blurred to nothingness. i think i can handle this. iblogged when my vision blurred out completely beceause i was drinking shampoo with my white russians, i think this one will turn out fine.
but yeah. i went to this frat house today and drank beer on a delivery. then they made me come back with these two freaking sides of ranch dressing and anchovies or some shit, and everyone thought i was just there to come back to party. they were all so durnk that i don't think they knew what was going on, and there was no way i was waiting around for the other knob to stumble back out. i mean, i really wanted to stay, but shit, i had deliveries to do so i couldn't and such. they were all in the hottub anyways, so i was just standingthere like a moron. eventually i just left his shit on the front steps and left. knob made me look like a knob, dammit. bah, its ok. i thought i was past the point of worrying about frat guys, but somehow i'm not. am i regressing to some former wierd insecure state? no, sorry. i'm just getting melodramatic because there is nothing else to write about
seriously though. workin. thats about it. its about as interesting as sitting, but i don't get to think about stuff. so yeah, there's no writing. not that there was really writign before.
i just realized that i still can't see. and realized i went on for like 2 paragraphs before i remembered. i'm looking now, heee heee!!! CHEATAR IS ME.
fucked, i've lost it. at least i enjoy work now :) i haven't been able to say that in a while. well ok, its not really enjoy. its more that me and pizza delivery have this understanding. it doesn't care about me, i don't care about it. it gives me pizzas, and money, and all i have to do is wander around for a while. word
but yeah. i went to this frat house today and drank beer on a delivery. then they made me come back with these two freaking sides of ranch dressing and anchovies or some shit, and everyone thought i was just there to come back to party. they were all so durnk that i don't think they knew what was going on, and there was no way i was waiting around for the other knob to stumble back out. i mean, i really wanted to stay, but shit, i had deliveries to do so i couldn't and such. they were all in the hottub anyways, so i was just standingthere like a moron. eventually i just left his shit on the front steps and left. knob made me look like a knob, dammit. bah, its ok. i thought i was past the point of worrying about frat guys, but somehow i'm not. am i regressing to some former wierd insecure state? no, sorry. i'm just getting melodramatic because there is nothing else to write about
seriously though. workin. thats about it. its about as interesting as sitting, but i don't get to think about stuff. so yeah, there's no writing. not that there was really writign before.
i just realized that i still can't see. and realized i went on for like 2 paragraphs before i remembered. i'm looking now, heee heee!!! CHEATAR IS ME.
fucked, i've lost it. at least i enjoy work now :) i haven't been able to say that in a while. well ok, its not really enjoy. its more that me and pizza delivery have this understanding. it doesn't care about me, i don't care about it. it gives me pizzas, and money, and all i have to do is wander around for a while. word
