To the four people who read this blog: is it just me, or is life in general just strange lately?
rami and jhoni's grandfathers both died this week, my high school friend has leukemia, I might lose a roommate which sucks, it hasn't even been addressed to me yet, which sucks more than the subject at hand, I went to a gay club tonight, I had drinks with my bosses and coworkers (odd!), and this new lady I works at my counter blows more chunks than I did on the side of the road earlier tonight, and the lack of girlships due to this no AC/hot water trend that is growing rapidly through Atlanta (at least we were the first to do it.) (I actually don't know of anyone else missing AC and/or hot water, but it's a lovely thought to think our house started a trend as dumb as that one!)
I haven't spoken to Johnny a in a few years, but it really breaks my heart that this kid has leukemia. It's been said that he has less than a year to live. It never really hit me until now that people I know have a chance at dying. Especially people my age.
I really love working with chess. That's his name, and he's pretty feisty. Nothing he says is true until the 3rd go-round. That's what I love most about him; he's helped my ability to make others believe my lies....And I'm a horrible liar. With chess by my side, I can say anything and he will back it up. My parents are the 16th in line to visit the shelter on the moon. It's believable if he backs me up. We went to kelly (my boss' boss)'s baby shower tonight, and her and her fiance made us all drink. I kept laughing in my head at how dumb some people act. I felt really sick, so chess took me home. We made it out of the driveway and I got out of the car and puked up so much, 3 times over. I puked on my shoe, and wiped it off in the grass. I really don't like drinking, I like the feeling of having one drink, but overall, I could without it all. I like to feel in control of my body and what I say and do. Thankfully I still have control over my actions, excluding my increase in bathroom trips, or I'd be some form of a hooch.
It's morgan's 11th birthday right now and I'm going to head home soon. We are going tubing tomorrow in Helen with a few of her little friends. A DARK t-shirt will be worn by me, for it is not yet time to unveil the tattoo that lies upon my backeth.
I went to a gay club with chess before he took me home, and I felt so strange. I mean, I hang out with gay guys every day. But I've never been pushing my way through a tough crowd of regular to the not-so-regular looking dudes, knowing that half are attracted to the other half...and none are remotely attracted to my sexy bod.
Last night, Mick and I were heading home from stabler's grandparents house...And we saw a cop beat someone. I was completely shocked at what my eyes were seeing. Of course my eyeballs were amazed at seeing someone get arrested, but I defiantly didn't expect to see that first fist...or the second. I talked to my creepy mall cop friend today on my break about it, and he said, and I quote, "heck yeah that's legal! He probably kicked him in the balls, or something."
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