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At the library, and this guy next to me is listening to gospel music really fucking loud. I'm trying to be supremely passive-aggresive about it, by glancing over all mean mugging and shit, but he's lost in his Jesus trance. He's not doing anything else. Just staring at the screen with this trip blaring. Why don't I say anything? I am afraid of the super strength incurred from his bible thumping choral outbursts.
Holy shit. It just gets louder.
The shitty thing is, the headphones at my station don't work. So, I can't block it out with other music.
I hope he starts reading this screen.
I SUPPOSE I COULD ASK HIM
ANYWAY, I found that I actually enjoy saying happy new year. It gives me pleasure. I don't care about any other holiday, but saying happy new year kinda made me warm inside. It's tantamount to saying, new start, new possibilities, enjoy it!
I did a week at Acme, MCing. It was a lot of fun. I drank too much. Not much else to it.
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Intermingled with some Stillwater alum... talked an insanely vast amount of shit. I feel gross and stupid.
And yet, I am the shit for asking Whitney Windmiller if I could feel her boobs.
She declined.
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There is a mini-interview with me in the Pioneer Press. I was pretty fucking lame in it. It's a shame, because it's probably the only time I'll ever be interviewed, and I am boring as shit. Then again, I hate those people that try hard to give a funny answer to everything. Maybe one funny statement. Like, if I'm ever asked again what my backup plan is, I'll for sure say "A loaded rifle and a note that says I'm tired of being a nobody". For sure.
Anyway, pretty boring week. Woke up at 8 or 9 am almost all week. First time I've done that since high school. Now if I start living the rest of my life like I was back in high school, I'll stop drinking and not have sex. See you at the church of Ladder Day Saints.
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Quit/fired from my latest job. Oh, well!
Got booked for a week at Acme. Oh, well!
Dropped acid twice and ate mushrooms last week. Oh, well!
( Old shit in an old notebook I just found: )
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I have once again overdrafted, and in US Bank's infinite wisdom they, as they do, charged thirty five dollars for each infraction. Now I'm deep in the hole and rent is due the next calendar square as of this writing date. Money, that's what I want!
In other news, I made an ass of myself at a party last night. Friends of mine were literally shoving me out the door as the night drew to a close. I'm sure I deserved it! Although, there was a harmonica playing at some point, and I was channeling the deepest loogie infested chortle of Jim Morrison and braying on about JOE LARSON IS MY FRIIIIIEEEND, AMEN. Infectious!
Elsewhere, the library is my sanctuary. I can't resist peaking at other screens, although the task at others hand's is usually just as mundane as my clickity clackety. Some dork is watching Justice League. Some guy is playing video games. The old lady next to me is looking at Google's help center. Just what did people do before computers, anyhow?!
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