June 03, 2005 12:00AM
that's good then
this is my linzie |
I wish I had something to write. I wish I had something to entertain the readers... but I don't. Each day seems the same, day after day. For the last day or two I've been struggling to come up with any words to fill this box with, and even now I'm just pulling things out of my ass as I go.
Last night I spent the night with Michelle and she made me feel less alone, by having someone to hug if I needed a hug, and someone to fall asleep beside if I felt like dying. It's strange because I spent most of the time worrying about other things, sitting at the computer, almost afraid of everything else... I'm not sure what caused it but I wish I could just close my eyes and hug someone and forget all my problems.
Today at work went pretty fast and went pretty well... Mark had got his income tax in the mail and had extra spending money so he decided to buy my pizza lunch and then go out for beers after work. So work went by pretty fast and before I knew it we were on our way home. We stopped in at Route 66 because they have cheaper beer than the Dissent. We had one bud each and then decided to move on since Route 66 was full of wierdos and really old people. We walked down to the dissent to join the THREE people there. They were actually doing some construction on the bar... it looked like they were building a new stage or something. We had two more beers each and decided it was time to go (since Mark had to work his other job at 11) and we stopped in at Subway, got supper and then I headed home. I got home to a note under my door " pay rent or die " it read.. well.. maybe no verbatem.
Now I'm bored, lonely and ripping Rise Against. .. well.. blah.
This Saturday i have a junk of people coming over i guess. It started out as just Michelle and Jess coming over, and seems to exploded into five or six people or more. JESS BETTER COME THOUGH. Then we're heading to the dissent for the birthday massacre, and to seduce Owen, and then some people are heading back to my place to crash. Think of my house as a sanction for underage drinking!
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Timeline
- I lived on Grey St.
- I worked at Stream
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