August 20, 2002 6:33AM
It's Early.. or Late?!
Today I slept. I slept a lot. In fact I slept more than I've slept in a long time. I fell asleep last night at around 3 after laying on the couch for hours because of a horrible headache (I couldn't concentrate enough to play WarCraft III). I slept until 1:30 the next day got up for half an hour and then went back to sleep until 3:30.
At that point Linzie came over and I finally got up and got dressed. After I was dressed I made Linzie a chain out of the plastic chain I found outside of Wal-Mart last night (see below for my Wal-Mart story) and then we went downtown for tickets to Strung Out (tomorrow... well today but I haven't slept yet so it's still tomorrow).
Anyway here's my Wal-Mart story. Last night at around 10:30 or so Linzie wasn't feeling to good so I decided a walk may cure the situation or at least clear our minds so we got on our shoes and went for a walk down and around Wal-Mart and back to the house. I had intended on buying a Coke from the Coke machine on our way also. Anyway as we got to the automotive center parking lot I found a long plastic yellow chain on the ground so I grabbed that and threw it in my pocket and kept walking. As we made our way up and around the corner into the main parking lot there was a cart in the middle of the road. Now as the kind gentlemen I am I quickly came to the aid of all those kind people who would use the road evetually so I moved the cart... Quite forcefully mind you (I gave it a strong push so it wouldn't roll back and defeat the whole thing) and it was safely on the side of the road in no ones way. Anyway as we made our way to the Coke machines furthur down the parking lot two men were standing there. One small retarted looking balding fat man asked me what my name was. I quickly replied Why? and he said because when you're 16 or 17 and you come crying to me for a job I'll know not to hire you. BUT I think he was attempting to say Hi. I am a flaming homosexual and would love to ram you in the ass because of my obvious flaming homosexuality. ... but I'm not sure. Anyway after he said that I replied I'm 18 and I have a job. Sorry. (I don't have a job.. but I should be starting at Pizza Hut later this month or early september.. then I'll have a job.. but I sure as hell AM 18). I'm guessing the stupid fucker had no idea what to say to that so he said If I see you catch you throwing my carts again I'll throw one at you. to which I replied I'll be sure to call the police then. to which he replied Bring it on little man . Now.. okay so we've got this ugly fat badling man trying to pick a fight with me because I pushed a cart owned by a mutlinational multimillion dollar american corperation. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE. And you wonder why I hate leaving the house. FUCK.
Anyway... Um..When I went downtown to get my Strung Out tickets they were sold out so the whole trip was a waste even though I got to spend time with Linzie.
The rest of the day was pretty average laying around watching RAW sitting.. and so on and so forth.
I'm pretty tired and I've already wrote quite a bit so I'll leave you now and be off to bed.
Thank you and good night fair sirs.
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- I lived with my Mom
- I was with Linzie
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