Friday, June 28, 2002
Back. Didn't you always hate those people that when writing in your yearbook or a letter or whatever, they are like: "Gotta go shower, be back in a minute." And then it would be "Hi...so I am back".
I think you understand the point I am trying to make.
So I gotta drive home today. I am very excited to go to my place in Albany. My parents have planned some very fun things for my birthday. Holy fuck I am going to be 25! Um. Yeah...at 25 I thought that I would DEFINITELY be piss ass broke working for a Jewish organization. Hmmm. yeah.
Tonight, my parents and I are going to drink some wine, smoke some bowls, eat tacos, and just enjoy being in eachother's presence. I don't get to see them nearly enough. Tomorrow, we celebrate my birthday and I have no clue what could be in store for me. Kind of fun.
Lies.
REAL fun. I just wish I could take a quick nap before I drive home. That would be ideal.
I feel like as I type, my brain just goes soft and here I sit dumb and brain softed. No headache, but no intelligence either. Kind of a horrible trade off if you ask me.
Also, my eyes go lazy after two seconds of not blinking.
I might be tired.
Yeah, that's it.
OK, so I gotta go. I feel like I am in outer space right now.
Ian is in Rita's office talking and talking and talking and talking...
Should it annoy me? cuz it does. He is just so....so...so...oh I don't know. Nice?
Yeah...he is just so nice.
Balright...goodnight and goodmorning.
HAPPY GAY PRIDE ALL!
I think you understand the point I am trying to make.
So I gotta drive home today. I am very excited to go to my place in Albany. My parents have planned some very fun things for my birthday. Holy fuck I am going to be 25! Um. Yeah...at 25 I thought that I would DEFINITELY be piss ass broke working for a Jewish organization. Hmmm. yeah.
Tonight, my parents and I are going to drink some wine, smoke some bowls, eat tacos, and just enjoy being in eachother's presence. I don't get to see them nearly enough. Tomorrow, we celebrate my birthday and I have no clue what could be in store for me. Kind of fun.
Lies.
REAL fun. I just wish I could take a quick nap before I drive home. That would be ideal.
I feel like as I type, my brain just goes soft and here I sit dumb and brain softed. No headache, but no intelligence either. Kind of a horrible trade off if you ask me.
Also, my eyes go lazy after two seconds of not blinking.
I might be tired.
Yeah, that's it.
OK, so I gotta go. I feel like I am in outer space right now.
Ian is in Rita's office talking and talking and talking and talking...
Should it annoy me? cuz it does. He is just so....so...so...oh I don't know. Nice?
Yeah...he is just so nice.
Balright...goodnight and goodmorning.
HAPPY GAY PRIDE ALL!
