Tuesday, April 12, 2011
[not] high on life
Infiniti, gone. Paying $70/ month for insurance I never use, stupid.
Breaking my iPhone again, go figure. Days of stomach pain and too many pills, unbearable. The only way to get around these things, and these brutal barkers on the other side of the mojo wire is to puff a little huff of sunshine, instantly bringing me to my knees, in exhubarant laughter on the floor of this paper covered, hectic hole- similar to january before the playoffs, this end of the wire, client interviews, hasty off-coloreds, and pushy school teachers send us straight in to busy season. And what a better idea... let's re-assign everyone... my own calling, I think it's time for some heavy drinking and drug use- something to really put me over the edge this time... Vegas it is. Some over-priced hookers, more revealing strip joints, and a little too much sunshine...& pretty lights the only question- is it smarter to go by myself, or should I bring a babysitter?
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definitely bring a babysitter
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