i dunno what it is with men and wanting to clean glass pipes, but i can tell you there’s a direct correlation between how much dick i get and how clean my bowls are
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you sit behind my car at the light, honking at me and throwing me the finger i guess because i won’t throw my car into oncoming traffic for you. but when i get out of my car you cower in the drivers seat and look like you’re bout to piss yourself. dats cute. lesson of the day: don’t start trouble if you soft as baby shit
dear little song that i sing to myself when i’m alone,
i would like very much so to finish you.
it’s so nice out that i opened all the windows in the condo and hung some of my t-shirts on the back porch to dry. mondays are nice because i only have two early classes with a small break in between which i spend yelling at neal boortz on the radio and laying in the sun on the top of the parking garage. my lunch cooks in the oven and i smoke bowl after bowl out of the steamroller, watching the trees, getting high. want to adventure the trails in my neighborhood. want to spend the day covered in charcoal and paint. want to be lazy and stoned and naked in bed. wish someone was here to watch the old twilight zone episodes with me which i am hopelessly addicted to yet simultaneously freaked out by
good rainy night for a couple of joints, pizza and daiquiris, and for turning my entire condo into one big sheet fort
finally got accepted into the program to study in france next summer
also signed up for a program to teach in severely low income schools across the country when i graduate next year
such a beautiful day that i eat lunch by myself in my car with the windows down, listen to conservative talk radio and take a nap in the sun. free the rest of the day to smoke like it’s going out of style and make music and art. just want to roll a joint and lay in the grass for hours
but really though why is it so hard to find a man who’s smart and determined and has goals and shit but still laughs and smokes weed and knows where the clit is?
today at work i went to hand food out to some lady in a van with her husband, and before i could ask her if she needed any condiments or additional silverware she screams, “let me ask you something! are you people taught to say thank you to your customer?” and i was caught off guard but i answered that we are generally instructed to be courteous and that thanking someone is usually part of that. so she starts screaming in my face about how neither i or the other girl working has thanked her for her business. (the other girl takes orders at the speakers. she’s already talking to someone.) i didn’t get a chance to say anything to the woman before she unleashed her rant. she goes on to say how she is paying with her hard earned money and she deserves to be thanked and that we should be more concerned with tending to her needs and before i can say anything, she hastily grabs her bag and yells at me to have a nice fucking day. i smile and say “you too”
i don’t let assholes at work get to me. most days. but there are two things that disturbed me a lot about this exchange. she didn’t even give me a chance. took one look at me and decided i was no good. i looked at her for no longer than a half second before she decided she was having a bad day and i was going to bear the brunt of it. this woman, twice my age at least, felt it necessary to scream at me without giving me the chance to be neither rude nor polite. but more importantly, i think it’s worth being mentioned that just because you give someone your money, they do not become less human. the receipt for your six dollar and fifty cent combo meal at a fast food restaurant is not a license to degrade. i am not less-than because i work in a shitty place in a shitty town. you don’t know me. i work hard, damn hard, and have been since i was legally able to. i go to school, i pay my taxes, i try hard to do harm to no one. i am a good person. you give me an attitude like i should be ashamed of what i do, who i am, well, fuck you, there is no shame in my hard work
the only thing to be ashamed of, to be embarrassed for, is you.
it’d be real fucking cool if your bags stopped setting on fire half the time i cook them in my microwave… i don’t know if you know what popcorn that’s been cooked in a half burnt paper bag tastes like but i’ll give you a hint IT TASTES LIKE UNPOPPED YET BURNT FUCKING KERNELS YOU ASSHOLES
zoey and i are spending the morning making music and passing out gary johnson flyers at ucf. you have been warned.
getting high and going to the library all day because i am nerd hear me roar
i feel like a hot bitch today, it’s gonna be a good one
and it’s easy enough to find someone to get along with, i can get along with most anyone, someone to make the time a little less lonely
but i never find someone who’s on my level, someone who can keep up.
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