Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Public - 11:55 AM
Just some ramblings from Benicia...
Shit I'm hungry... I wanted that uber-scone from the deli this morning, but she didn't have any =(
Admittedly functioning on 4 hours of sleep. Not sure how I got up this morning, and how i'm magically wide awake right now...
Why so little sleep, James? you ask... Well, let's just say that I think I've found a Coal Mine waitress who can out-Patron a certain Mindee. She killed 5 of them quickly and then got two dances from #1 Devon...
And how the shit did I manage to drive home after one Fernet-Branca @ showgirls and then one Natalie-martini and then BOOYAH four *GOLD CLUB* Fernets??? I think I've regained my tolerance... =)
Oh, and crap-on-your-bed girl... goddam whatta cutie!! And I'm coming to the conclusion that if *my* GF was going out after work under similar circumstances, any other guy would try to undermine the relationship...
...like I was doing. Hmm. Is this bad?
NO BECAUSE ANY GUY WOULD'VE DONE THE SAME TO ME. OR ANY OTHER GUY. IF SOME OF MY SO-CALLED FRIENDS WOULD TOE THIS LINE, THEN YOU'RE GODDAM RIGHT A STRANGER WOULD.
Especially if this stranger has a company card to Home Depot, where you happen to be on the management track.
Ooh, low blow. But you know what? Fuck it. I'm sick of being the Nice Guy. This is dangerous, as my status as a Big Guy almost necessitates Nice Guy.
Long and short of it: Crap-on-Your-Bed Girl will be mine. By Any Means Necessary. BAMN!
Ok lunchtime. Decisions, decisions... 1) nap in truck to Don and Mike Show (probably the best idea), 2) quick fast food lunch in truck, short nap, all the while listening to D&M, or 3) no D&M, no nap, grab waffles @ restaurant (looking better and better because damn i'm hungry).
I can probably listen to the Don and Mike Show tonight while i do my taxes. and somehow i've been wide awake all morning, despite the fernets and the drive to and from hayward.
(shit, that still makes me a nice guy since i dropped her off in hayward, huh?)
Ok lunch it is. Hope all is well and that life finds you atop the NL West,
James
Shit I'm hungry... I wanted that uber-scone from the deli this morning, but she didn't have any =(
Admittedly functioning on 4 hours of sleep. Not sure how I got up this morning, and how i'm magically wide awake right now...
Why so little sleep, James? you ask... Well, let's just say that I think I've found a Coal Mine waitress who can out-Patron a certain Mindee. She killed 5 of them quickly and then got two dances from #1 Devon...
And how the shit did I manage to drive home after one Fernet-Branca @ showgirls and then one Natalie-martini and then BOOYAH four *GOLD CLUB* Fernets??? I think I've regained my tolerance... =)
Oh, and crap-on-your-bed girl... goddam whatta cutie!! And I'm coming to the conclusion that if *my* GF was going out after work under similar circumstances, any other guy would try to undermine the relationship...
...like I was doing. Hmm. Is this bad?
NO BECAUSE ANY GUY WOULD'VE DONE THE SAME TO ME. OR ANY OTHER GUY. IF SOME OF MY SO-CALLED FRIENDS WOULD TOE THIS LINE, THEN YOU'RE GODDAM RIGHT A STRANGER WOULD.
Especially if this stranger has a company card to Home Depot, where you happen to be on the management track.
Ooh, low blow. But you know what? Fuck it. I'm sick of being the Nice Guy. This is dangerous, as my status as a Big Guy almost necessitates Nice Guy.
Long and short of it: Crap-on-Your-Bed Girl will be mine. By Any Means Necessary. BAMN!
Ok lunchtime. Decisions, decisions... 1) nap in truck to Don and Mike Show (probably the best idea), 2) quick fast food lunch in truck, short nap, all the while listening to D&M, or 3) no D&M, no nap, grab waffles @ restaurant (looking better and better because damn i'm hungry).
I can probably listen to the Don and Mike Show tonight while i do my taxes. and somehow i've been wide awake all morning, despite the fernets and the drive to and from hayward.
(shit, that still makes me a nice guy since i dropped her off in hayward, huh?)
Ok lunch it is. Hope all is well and that life finds you atop the NL West,
James
