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Aug. 21st, 2006 | 04:06 am
NOT ashlee simpson!
when drinking with co-workers, it is impossible to stay away from work talk.
but there were cats. and an amusing gay man who was in a traveling puppet circus in san fran. obviously, he and i became fast friends.
the rest of the evening...sort of a blur.it rained.i smoked a lot of cigarettes.
i have the next four days off and that's glorious. i mean, the rent money may be scarce but well, i don't have to scan anything until friday.
sometimes i don't know why i refuse to listen to myself.
or why i'll know that something i'm doing doesn't make any sense, and fully aware of that, i do it anyway.
why be afraid of everything that's good for me?
i don't know. it's late. i wish thinking could be more productive and less destructive.
i'm working on it...
i think the drag queen got it right.
"hello. how are you?" i asked.
"well, i've been better. but i've definitely had worse days so i guess i'm fine.yes, definitely worse days..."