Chewing So Hard It Hurts (aka Stream of Consciousness)

June 17, 2005

Current mood:amused

so, 24 hours and 4+ beers into it: After another 16+ straight hours of work this is what I have...Young African American males who are in mental hospitals think I'm hot and regular people don't see me as "heavyset" (unlike my own self-image); some people just can't let things go (the blind woman jumped ahead in the line? No fucking way I'll allow that!); when the uber alcoholic who's going through withdrawl falls on his face and dislodges one of his front teeth at 1 in the morning it's kinda funny even though you'll probably have to answer to some big boss about this later; when he repeatedly pisses himself you find it a huge inconvenience and threaten to put a diaper on him; realizing you get a huge kick out of wearing heels when you've been drinking; trying to write about sex when you don't even have sex anymore; not having the consumption; having an amazing time just being by yourself; feeling guilty that you're not sleeping but being a little bit interested in finding out just how long you CAN stay awake; realizing that you can get good grades in college just by being honest with your professors; honestly liking the song "Sweet Home Alabama"; playing dumb; actually being dumb; seriously contemplating whether or not Orlando Bloom actually flew to Oz to visit the Bos; is it retribution?; playing legos in the vestibule of the fire hall while your brother-in-law's band plays a wedding reception or something; burning eyes; burning tummies; jenny manson; "I'm the joker"; I guess that's all of my truths for now. TTYL.

 

CHRI§TER

Sweet Home Alabama?  It's no Freebird.  I'm listening to your brother in law perform live now on this wonderful disk someone made.  He can almost sing in parts.  What's even weirder is listening to him sing a song that he dedicated to his wife 30 years ago -- one that he had copyrighted.

Boo ya.

You work too much.

Regards,

Hottie