my boxers shorts -- causual friday... sept 06
some random thoughts...
i like sitting around the house in my boxer-shorts makes me feel kinda-hetero -- or something...
like some young-ish hot straight guy -- kinda like:
the ashtrays are full -- the kegger party was last night...
my boxers kinda smell like a locker room...or something..like sweaty socks...and i fumble around to find a pack of marlboros...and spark one up...
part of me is still living at the franternity house...
i got laid...well i think i did or maybe i fucked my fraterntiy brother in my ah sleep- while we -- were ah drunk -- ah i think i kissed -- while i got fucked...or ah fucked him...ah you know what...i really dont remember...i was so drunk...ahhh fuk-
yeah..
ah fuck yeah..those were the days...
manhattan land of the zombies: caffiene, downers, caffiene, downers, caffiene, viagra, caffiene, melancholy, caffiene - sugar- depression...caffience - nicotien...
anyday that you dont have hemmoroids sp? is a good day -- trust me...on that one..
sharks: did u know that sharks cant sleep...?
thats right, they have to swimm 24 hours a day, or they will die...talk about bad karma...
sharks have two sets of teeth, and when they go to bite-- eat their prey, there jaw -- jaws? push out from their face...face? do sharks have faces?
or do they just have like a really big nose and a mouth ?
kind of - no totally reminds me of a few assistant restaurant managers ive had the pleasure to suffer their abuse --
i've been a waiter...ok? that was bad...i moved into bartending that was better..but thank god i was never the assistant -- ah restuarant manager...
talk about being the "middle child..." --
talk about "bad karma..."
(if you are an assistant-restaurant manager...and your reading this -- my only advice to you is: get out while you can...just get the fuck out bro...jump out of the shark pool before the waiters burn black candles in your name or the owner dices you to shreds...
or the "real" manager...ah tries to get you fired...and gets drunk and says..again -- it was all your fault...yeah just get the hell out!))
does it really surprise anyone that it's always the assistant restaurant managers that embezzle the days -- nights tips - and then disappear?
ah -- if youve spent five minutes in a restaurant on the other side of the floor...the one where you kiss a person's ass that in "real life" youd never give the time of day to...for like what 78cents -- half of it in pennies... under the coffee cups...ah -- more coffee and ah more sweet and low and ah more ice water -- with no ice, and ah lemon...ah and the dessert menu and thats lovely-- ah fine - thanks - thats lovely ah here ya go ah cheers...ta-- fine thanks...cheers...ah, well why should i tip ?
I'am only visiting this country anyway...and ah,
well you "Americans..." are all about the money - arent you? ah cheers..luv...white wine spritzer....with some ah--basil on the side -- ((pronounced baaaa-zil - not BA-sil...))
right and something with some vanilla icing would be great...ta...and a coffee like they have in france....
right -- thats great thankxx -- cheers...
fine thanks...
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theres no symbol on the lap top key board to hit for a symbol of cents... right ?
gay people - are not "real" people...
there are laws against them and hell they cant even get married...they aren't even allowed to try for "true love" in the love "lottery pool" like the heteros...atleast the heteros get a shot at it --
at winning...or the illusion of it - or the idea of rommance...or something...before the "messy divorce"
no -- gay people are not real...
were just the background filler for the heteros and there war -games and reindeer games...eventhough we do their hair - their lighting and their make-up and cater their dinner parties..and arrrange their flowers and...add to the list...
were like the illegal aliens-- of society...eventhough we were born here...
the sharks....
i woke up today -- chain smoking...kind of like the helena bohnam carter - character in the film:
"The fight club..."
"Marla...Singer..."
--ok -- lets move forward...??
yeah i think i woke up hungover to shit.....
and my hair was messed up eventhough its a marine crop hair-do...what a site...a kind of GI Joe in my boxers and my dick was...
yeah kinda stciky from being up my fraternity brothers ass last night...who in a few years will get married and ah over pay the pool boy and ah yeah -- get caught --
and then get a rather..."messy divorce..."
my balls hurt ((from jerking off - ))
and my muscles ache....((from working out))
and my heart hurts...((from going inside))
and my ears sting from listening to bullshit...
my only thought right now --
"kill your television" -- at all costs -- whatever you do
"kill your television..." before it kills you --
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I drink iced tea and go online....
by SeanB
2008
