3.11.2005
i've somehow found myself in a strange predicament. [how i love to use that word argh]yep. a predicament. a conundrum. fookockin' hell man, i don't know, i even turned to my friggin CAT for answers.to which i received none, but if i ever do i'll let ya know. ;)i've codenamed my like interest. he will now be known as "The Artful Dodger."Seriously. why? 'cuz! so anyway, Art and I talked last night on the telephono, and he basicallyrehashed of his own predicament of having someone cover for him butfinding no one to take his shift on Sat night. you see, if i were to do it, i would have to slave away from 7 in the morn to 6:30 in the pm. ooh sounds mighty tempting....eh....not really. i'm also trying to recover fromthe cold virus, goddamn that stupid virus argh. anyway, if i were to do it...not only would i receive brownie points for Art, but...also i'd get another rerun of the "Sick Days." fun stuff. not really. and they wouldn't let me workanyway, not in a place like that, if i were hacking and coughing and sneezingup a friggin' tranny from my sore throat while on the job. you see what people do for "love?" stupid people.the reason why he needs someone to cover for him? he's in a hip-hop[ppity] band and Sony, or more specifically Epic Records, is wanting him to record a demoor something like that tonight [Friday night] and Saturday night. that is his reason, as he spun the web of a tale over satellite signal. how far would a person go for a singlemoment of affection? har har not that anything would happen if i DID cover for him; i'd be too busy trying to cut the endless string of green snot running from my noseto my finger. excellent imagery, i might add. i'd also look like the pillsburydough boy on weed, all puffy and red. ah crap. either way i think i would lose. catch 22. fudge.oh great. sade is playing over the radio. twat the hell's happening with the world?!?! arghness. oh yeah. i need to put more fuel into erica [the acura dummies]. sesame donut,across from raleigh hills assisted living, know me as a regular customer now. but i always order the same thing now; a strawberry-cheese filled croissant. delish. it's funny; i don't know whether or not they're truly complimenting me or just trying to keep my business. "and a strawberry croissant for the beautiful lady," the guy hands me my order. gods, i wish people weren't so devious these days, it's hard telling whether or not they're screwing with my head. i really hate it when people screw with my head.[this is no ordinary love...no ordinary loooove...] argh. somebody needs to change that station. like a pesky bug caught in my ear. oh yea. i'm so glad i'm not a smoker. i've seen those lungs in those jelly-filled vats. not pretty, no siree.my boss is so hilarious. he's like a radio, always singing weird songs like "pizza-pie" you know, that italian song with the moon? yeah....and kelly clarkson songs, and he can do a wicked eminem impers. he's an awesome boss, i'll tell you what. only he won't be so awesome if hedecides to fire Art. He fired Tom, my favorite cook, argh. whateva. que sera sera....RECOMMENDED SONG for the crap-filled hearts: You and Me by Lifehouse
;it's something sophiscated.
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