Marc
Went to Best Buy this morning, saw Mr. Gowlitzer, bought a printer cartridge and a bottle of water, then left.
Went to Zorba's in the early afternoon, had the Usual (ham & cheese omelette, white toast, hashbrowns, 2 cakes on the side), listened to Luke talk insanely loudly, paid for both of our meals, then left.
Went to the Post Office this afternoon, got harassed by the b-otch behind the counter about mailing stuff on a federal account and not knowing exactly when I wired their office up for their new terminals. Then I left.
Went to Target this afternoon, bought a big, smelly candle; some Lever 200 soap, went to the checkout counter, found the Mach Three blades I was looking for, paid for it all, then left.
Went to the couch in the living room, collapsed, breathing heavily, worn out, uncannily warmed up, and saw Scooter walk into the room. He said he was going to stop BLARGing for a while because he feels like it's becoming overkill. PLEASE PERSUADE THE MAN FROM MAKING AN IRRATIONAL DECISION.
Now, I'm going to shower, think about cleaning my room, end up on the couching watching The Simpson's, followed by the Simpson's, followed by Friends, followed by Seinfeld, followed by Playing One of My Band's Last Shows, followed by heavy drinking, followed by passing out, followed by tomorrow.
Another Bob story: Apparently, my dearly departed friend Bob ended up in a college town in east-central Illinois, working at a porno shop. Word has it that he ended up stealing from the register, bought a car, and got caught. Much the same as when he stole baseball cards from Jewel when we were in third grade. It's amazing I turned out the way I did (and by that, I mean with a clean record, no noticeable traces of illicit drugs in my system, and childless at twenty-one (twenty-two in three weeks)).
Went to Best Buy this morning, saw Mr. Gowlitzer, bought a printer cartridge and a bottle of water, then left.
Went to Zorba's in the early afternoon, had the Usual (ham & cheese omelette, white toast, hashbrowns, 2 cakes on the side), listened to Luke talk insanely loudly, paid for both of our meals, then left.
Went to the Post Office this afternoon, got harassed by the b-otch behind the counter about mailing stuff on a federal account and not knowing exactly when I wired their office up for their new terminals. Then I left.
Went to Target this afternoon, bought a big, smelly candle; some Lever 200 soap, went to the checkout counter, found the Mach Three blades I was looking for, paid for it all, then left.
Went to the couch in the living room, collapsed, breathing heavily, worn out, uncannily warmed up, and saw Scooter walk into the room. He said he was going to stop BLARGing for a while because he feels like it's becoming overkill. PLEASE PERSUADE THE MAN FROM MAKING AN IRRATIONAL DECISION.
Now, I'm going to shower, think about cleaning my room, end up on the couching watching The Simpson's, followed by the Simpson's, followed by Friends, followed by Seinfeld, followed by Playing One of My Band's Last Shows, followed by heavy drinking, followed by passing out, followed by tomorrow.
Another Bob story: Apparently, my dearly departed friend Bob ended up in a college town in east-central Illinois, working at a porno shop. Word has it that he ended up stealing from the register, bought a car, and got caught. Much the same as when he stole baseball cards from Jewel when we were in third grade. It's amazing I turned out the way I did (and by that, I mean with a clean record, no noticeable traces of illicit drugs in my system, and childless at twenty-one (twenty-two in three weeks)).
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