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Aug. 7th, 2001 02:36 amoh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. i had been writing a journal entry praising bill dickin and telling of my night of ups and downs before i absent-mindedly deleted whatever it was i wrote.
well the sum of the previous, extinguished entry is that i appreciate my friendship with bill very much and am glad to have made a friend as understanding as he. tomorrow we're seeing the radiohead show with marisa bardach and her unsavory male friend whom she isn't a big fan of. hopefully, bill and i will save her from whatever torments she'll have to put up with from this fiend.
tonight at rite stop was a monumental occasion. it marked the first time a female, let alone an attractive female, initiated conversation with me since as far back as i can remember. i had entered the emporium with one thing on my mind: purchasing beer. she, on the otherhand, had made the trip to rite stop to attend to her grocery shopping needs. at the counter, with all of her items of basic daily use, she turned back to me and said "this is my grocery shopping for the week." i chuckled, and in a few seconds, replied "so you like cat food, eh?" noticing that she was buying 7 cans of cat food. after that somewhat witty, somewhat dull reply, i played the situation over and over again in my head. i came up with a few witty rejoinders well after the event had occurred:
her: this is my grocery shopping for the night.
me: so you like cat food, eh? i'm a friskies man myself.
her: this is my grocery shopping for the night.
me: why don't you train the cat to shop for you?
her: this is my grocery shopping for the night.
me: (points to the 18 pack of budweiser) this is my grocery shopping for the night.
tony thought that the last comeback would have served well, but it would have made me look like a raging alcoholic. well there was no need to even think about it after it happened, but i would have liked to have had the best reply to her statement.
derik convinced me to work tomorrow morning. i gotta pick tony up. fuck man, working sucks. especially mornings cause no one comes in. whatever, i'm making more money, so screw it. i got paid today, so i was in a pretty good mood, i guess.
i should sleep if i have to wake up tomorrow. i should sleep if i have to wake up any morning, what an obvious statement to make. i guess it was a proper way of signing out of this (too long as it is) journal entry.
well, if you get the chance read nick's journal and josh's journal. they probably have more interesting stuff to read about.
good night people.
well the sum of the previous, extinguished entry is that i appreciate my friendship with bill very much and am glad to have made a friend as understanding as he. tomorrow we're seeing the radiohead show with marisa bardach and her unsavory male friend whom she isn't a big fan of. hopefully, bill and i will save her from whatever torments she'll have to put up with from this fiend.
tonight at rite stop was a monumental occasion. it marked the first time a female, let alone an attractive female, initiated conversation with me since as far back as i can remember. i had entered the emporium with one thing on my mind: purchasing beer. she, on the otherhand, had made the trip to rite stop to attend to her grocery shopping needs. at the counter, with all of her items of basic daily use, she turned back to me and said "this is my grocery shopping for the week." i chuckled, and in a few seconds, replied "so you like cat food, eh?" noticing that she was buying 7 cans of cat food. after that somewhat witty, somewhat dull reply, i played the situation over and over again in my head. i came up with a few witty rejoinders well after the event had occurred:
her: this is my grocery shopping for the night.
me: so you like cat food, eh? i'm a friskies man myself.
her: this is my grocery shopping for the night.
me: why don't you train the cat to shop for you?
her: this is my grocery shopping for the night.
me: (points to the 18 pack of budweiser) this is my grocery shopping for the night.
tony thought that the last comeback would have served well, but it would have made me look like a raging alcoholic. well there was no need to even think about it after it happened, but i would have liked to have had the best reply to her statement.
derik convinced me to work tomorrow morning. i gotta pick tony up. fuck man, working sucks. especially mornings cause no one comes in. whatever, i'm making more money, so screw it. i got paid today, so i was in a pretty good mood, i guess.
i should sleep if i have to wake up tomorrow. i should sleep if i have to wake up any morning, what an obvious statement to make. i guess it was a proper way of signing out of this (too long as it is) journal entry.
well, if you get the chance read nick's journal and josh's journal. they probably have more interesting stuff to read about.
good night people.
