Saturday, May 29, 2004
*sing along im on the ugly organ*
cursive
that line is repeating over and over in my head. im kinda drunk. kinda high. all sorts of fucked up and i have to be at work in like 5 hours. ha. so. 4 hours sleep. nothing new. i can do bar 4 on 4 hours sleep. hells yes.
tonight was crap. first of all, kim changed our meeting time like 14 times. got TRASHED before i even met up with her. went to chevys at 11, sat in dereks section. i figured if i said we were going to smiths he would have to come out, bc he loves their bloody marys, he is obsessed with them. i was right. so whatever, we go to smiths, and its me, kim, lee, bart, his friend dominique, jesse-o and former line cook jesse. sooooo.. the whole time im practically sober, babysitting kimberly. derek and his roommate finally show up at like 3 am. they have one drink. everyone goes to westway except for me and derek and david (roommate). we're leaving and we find kims wallet. so. we smoke a cigarette, call kim. derek asks if my pants are new, and im like no.. and hes like "they look really good on you" and im thinking "these are the fucking pants i wore to VEGAS. werent you there?!" but im like "yah i just havent worn them in a while." and he GOES HOME. fucker. he said we would have drinks after work sunday. but thats like 48 hours away and i wanna hook up now. i finally find kim and she is IRATE. it appears that former line cook jesse and her were makin out and they started to hook up in the bathroom and after like one minute he stops and says he will call her tomorrow. so she was pissed cos she was like "i put myself out there and im not even FULFILLED!!" she she was yelling at me on the corner of 44th and 8th for like 10 minutes and i promised her i would call him "one minute in the bathroom" all day tomorrow. so i will. i mean, if he didnt think she would tell me immediately... whatever to him. but yah. so. niehter of us left fulfilled. i offered her to stay her and go to the kew at 830 when i leave but she said she would take the subway. shes supposed to call me when she gets home.
i need to go to bed. alone. fuckers. all of them, fuckers. i dont want to wait for sunday. grrr. he better fucking go sunday night, and i better fucking have that sunday night shift so as i can BE THERE to go with him. grrrrrr.
cursive
that line is repeating over and over in my head. im kinda drunk. kinda high. all sorts of fucked up and i have to be at work in like 5 hours. ha. so. 4 hours sleep. nothing new. i can do bar 4 on 4 hours sleep. hells yes.
tonight was crap. first of all, kim changed our meeting time like 14 times. got TRASHED before i even met up with her. went to chevys at 11, sat in dereks section. i figured if i said we were going to smiths he would have to come out, bc he loves their bloody marys, he is obsessed with them. i was right. so whatever, we go to smiths, and its me, kim, lee, bart, his friend dominique, jesse-o and former line cook jesse. sooooo.. the whole time im practically sober, babysitting kimberly. derek and his roommate finally show up at like 3 am. they have one drink. everyone goes to westway except for me and derek and david (roommate). we're leaving and we find kims wallet. so. we smoke a cigarette, call kim. derek asks if my pants are new, and im like no.. and hes like "they look really good on you" and im thinking "these are the fucking pants i wore to VEGAS. werent you there?!" but im like "yah i just havent worn them in a while." and he GOES HOME. fucker. he said we would have drinks after work sunday. but thats like 48 hours away and i wanna hook up now. i finally find kim and she is IRATE. it appears that former line cook jesse and her were makin out and they started to hook up in the bathroom and after like one minute he stops and says he will call her tomorrow. so she was pissed cos she was like "i put myself out there and im not even FULFILLED!!" she she was yelling at me on the corner of 44th and 8th for like 10 minutes and i promised her i would call him "one minute in the bathroom" all day tomorrow. so i will. i mean, if he didnt think she would tell me immediately... whatever to him. but yah. so. niehter of us left fulfilled. i offered her to stay her and go to the kew at 830 when i leave but she said she would take the subway. shes supposed to call me when she gets home.
i need to go to bed. alone. fuckers. all of them, fuckers. i dont want to wait for sunday. grrr. he better fucking go sunday night, and i better fucking have that sunday night shift so as i can BE THERE to go with him. grrrrrr.
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