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2003-08-03 - 6:30 p.m. information travels faster - death cab for cutie as weekends go, this one blew. mostly cuz i had to work all of it. i hate working on sundays. especially since i'm not supposed to work on sunday. it was inventory though, and with inventory, all bets are off. suckiness. next sunday, we're all going to the dodger-cubs game. my pops got bomb seats, and it's a day game, so, it should be lots 'o' fun. i can taste those dodger dogs already. ....mmmmmmmm, dodger dogs......... i need new sunglasses. there are these raybans at the mall that i really like. of course, they're the most expensive ones in the place. it never fails, i always pick out the most expensive anything, in any store. i really want them though. i do take good care of my stuff. i've had my current pair of shades for 10 years. count 'em, TEN YEARS. i paid 90 bucks for those at the time. they're still fine, but, i think they're a bit dated now. matt's bbq'ing right now. i made a big, yummy salad, and with the chicken he's grilling, oh hell, it's gonna be yummy. maybe, i'll make some rice too. i wish we had garlic bread. that would be the shit, but, i'd have to go to the store, and fuck that. i'm hungry, can you tell? i haven't eaten since about 10 this morning. i really need to not do that, but it's so hard to eat when i'm at work. we're so damn busy, especially on the weekends. i mean, i get breaks and stuff, but, all i wanna do is just sit outside and smoke. isn't that terrible? i just drink diet coke and smoke for 15 minutes. you know how it is though, after you go so long without eating, you don't even feel hungry anymore. matt says i don't eat properly. he eats 5 times a day, just like you're supposed to. i don't like to be rushed when i eat. woofing down my food is so not cool. boring, i know. matt looks so good. he's got on his basketball shorts, and no shirt. yummy. he's been telling me that he wants my name tattooed on him somewhere. i told him, "no fucking way, dude". call me supersticious, but to me that's the kiss of death. he's like, "wouldn't you get my name put on?", "hell no", i told him. i'm not tempting fate, m'kay? besides, i wear the ring he gave me, and he wears the one i gave him. neither of us are jewelery wearers, but, the rings are really simple. just plain silver bands. and, no, they are NOT pseudo (sp?) wedding rings. i think i'll just tell him to engrave my name on the inside of his ring if he wants my name somewhere. or, he can always write it in his underwear. y'know, sorta, nearer my cock to thee. later |
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