i've nearly finished my four loko: orange blend. my heart is racing and curtis mayfield is spinning. this picture should not be at the top. i'm too intoxicated to try and figure out how to make images post where you want them too. oh well. it's the story of the night.
i was ELATED to see the ad on the door of my mediocre liquor store. i had decided to get drinks because i'm on vacation sorta, or more how i'm reapplying to college so i can rub dollars between my grubbers. i knew what it meant. so i find the still wrapped cases of alcohol/caffeine drinks, with the few exceptions of pulled out beverages. one of my venders helped me pull orange out from the middle of the pack and on my way i went. now i'm quite drunk off this and another beer. it's ridiculous. can't wait for comedy sneak-ins. my throat burns. it tastes like all the copper that's being taken from tulsa schools is being put into my drink. it's like drug addicts fueling alcoholics.
in other news, i hate lines. i pretend to be okay usually, but always i'm thinking how stupid it is to be held up. i went to buy some new deodorant from the grocer because i'd given up on going to a place that had aluminum free shit, because i'm just too uncomfortable usually for that alone. so, i get some allsport or whatever, instead of my usual old spice, which incidentally was a huge mistake cuz this stuff is like a dry rub. like sandpaper. and it smells less, that could be good or bad. but then i get to the line. and a women is using coupons and they're not regestering so i'm forced to wait, because she has the right to want to save. i think it's fair but i'm still annoyed. i smiled at the woman who is behind me, who for some reason, and i never understand this, puts the little bar down for her four items. i have one item and i'm holding it. i'm still very much in front of you, and everyone else is obviously behind you. just put it down. everyone knows who goes where. we're not all buying items for six people, we're lonely people who are buying stuff for ourselves on a lonely day. stop with the obligation. and then i'm looking at the impulse buys, as if i give a shit. cuz i don't. if they had those pretzel mnms i might, but they didn't, i guess i was hoping they did. then it's lookin' at mags. then the asian man. then back to realizing i'm standing in a line for 20 minutes to buy deodorant that i'm buying just cuz i'm too weird to drive across town to get what i really want. then i had to follow some guy who had nowhere to be out of the parking lot. 1 mile and hour, fuck you. that was the one moment i actually got pissed. mainly, i'm getting at how i didn't do what i wanted (get aluminum free d-o) and i paid the price. i hate lines. i understand saving. and i feel the plight of wanting to save on your jimmy deans but i also hate being forced to really think about what i'm doing in a line i don't wanna be in. do the right thing.
recently i've been loving alan parson's project's eye in the sky. it has the old chicago bulls theme, who are now my obvious favorite team in the east. i would post some vids but i haven't figured this out enough. two posts in a day. things are looking up. and sloppy as ever. but what other style do i have.
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