white guys at the mall be acting all like zombies...

so, today...

i worked a 9. fuck that said me...

sinbad dropped by the theatre tonight... yes, that sinbad, not that stupid fucking pirate with one eye.. the stupid fucking comedian... him and his whole entourage. the man himself bought peanut m&ms, yet i cant help but wonder, what the fuck does it mean???

went to the cowboy bar after work, got a pint, and saw the first crush i ever had (pretty much, i think), so i promptly drank the pint, got some water, drank it, smoked a dag outside,,, and left... promptly. no use trying to talk to her i figured. the bar has kareoke on friday and saturday nights, so its impossible to here yourself think, let alone have a conversation with someone you havent seen in nearly 7 or 8 years... i just figured, 'i'll just sit at the bar, looking all sad and what not, chewing on a toothpick, and possibly she'll recognize me and initiate conversation.' luckily things went well. she looked fucking great though.... damn.

some punk kid and my work said the following:
'heres my impersonation of rusty: "hi, im rusty. im 21, i like to drink. im depressed and i gamble, plus i have bad hair..." '

the funny thing about this... is this 'punk kid' sports a mullet.
at least i dont have a mullet you fuck.
i was steaming pissed off...
filled to the fucking brim (and then some) with rage...

but you know...


-el