1.23.2010
the floor.
mimosa spun @ le maison last night. thinking preemptively about the sales I was hoping to make, I figured I should get there around 11, which turned out to be way too early. I meandered about for an hour, trekking from dive to lounge to tavern, and finally back around to the den. I saw the palindrome w/ the one he chose over me [henceforth known as tohcom]. she said a gracious hello, I reciprocated. he replied with nothing but a glance. I lied, saying I needed to make a phone call, which is why I happened to be alone in my own fucking home that is the den. I excused myself, then looked through my contacts list, praying that whomever I called would answer so I could sit alone comfortably amidst sloshing darling childs who didn't know black from blue.
iSpy - no answer.
sour - no answer.
snaps - no answer.
muse - no answer.
fuck.
an inconsequential walked up and I was able to steal her away for a fascinating few minute conversation about nothings. I curve my sight around her during a few points of conversation to look toward the palindrome and tohcom. I started tasting the sickness of rising bile when I saw them join hands to walk out together. suddenly noticing a tension throughout my body, I make a conscious effort to relax my muscles. I realized I've forgotten I was in a conversation and have no idea what she's talking about. I nod along in unison w/ her, trying to find an out.
she speaks of le maison, I suddenly remember something I had to do of utmost importance across the street from it.
I leave, and call iSpy. she answers, and tells me she's getting saucy @ her house. I tell her to be ready in a half hour so she can come get saucy @ le maison instead. she replies that she's broke, I tell her to stfu and get ready. I hike a half mile in stilettos to the behemoth monster I'm being forced to drive in lieu of the baby monster. I abandon my prime parking spot to zoom 10 miles across the river to pick her up.
we drive back to the faubourg marigny, and I witness someone taking the parking spot I had left just a little while prior, and get pissed. I drive around a few blocks, and end up finding a place closer than before, which gets me unpissed quick. we walk to the den to get our pre-mimosa buzz in the back patio, and, of course, our vip table is open. we sit down, and see the lesbian from 1614 that traded us money and sparklers for my altoids. she joins, we find out her name is wholesome [really.] I randomly see daniel-san and his ever-changing posse, and one of his friends makes a purchase which she dares to question the authenticity of after the fact. my worth and word are proven a few hours later when she forgets the meaning of the word "water".
growing tired of the menagerie that is the back patio, iSpy and I decide to walk to le maison to finally see mimosa, who was an hour late on the decks. on our way down the street, we run into eyelashes and her group. she informs us that mimosas set just ended.
crushing.
eyelashes boyfriend then informs me it was a stop/play and pre-recorded set.
infuriating.
I'm listening to him tell me about the lack of enthusiasm shown by mimosa when, in the distance behind him, I see the palindrome and tohcom. tohcom drunkenly walks schnoz first into a pole.
pleasing.
we finish our chat, and spin around to head back to the den one last time. I say my goodbyes to everyone, iSpy doesn't know anyone so she keeps hurrying me along. I'm supposed to take her home, but I say fuck that, we're going to my house to smoke mad blunts. we stumble to the beast, I weave through lanes back to my house, and we get to rolling.
she started talking about how weird it was to be out @ 4 in the morning, b/c w/ her ex whom she just recently broke up w/, she could never do that w/o going home to a fight. while speaking about her ex, she received a text from a mutual friend, canekat, who happens to be married. she reflected on how if canekat were her boyfriend, she wouldn't tolerate him texting another girl that late @ night, no matter their relationship as just friends. I questioned her reasoning, stating that if they were just friends, what's the trouble? everyone has friends of the opposite gender, and to not trust your partner w/ people whom they consider just friends is ludicrous.
she reasoned that it is in human nature to derive from the implicated morals of todays modern society, those being the ideas of monogamy and the standard relationship consensus of one man for one woman. so, by her logic, she was preemptively halting any possible outcome of heartbreak by eliminating the process that would cause such.
but it is the very fact that we're going against human nature that causes us to respond negatively toward the ideals of an inherently demised set of social etiquette rules, I stated. we are animals, meant to procreate with many, meant to be polygamous and polyamourous. we are meant to be feral and crazed, yet with dignity and class, as per our culture dictates us to be.
we went round about that for a while, and the discussion once again turned to the den. we were speaking of the horrid bathroom, the closet-turned-toilet that was consistently overflowing, under pressurized, and fucking filthy.
so, she explained after having told me the bathroom conditions, she simply pissed on the floor.
I found this hilarious, but was befuddled. I asked why she had pissed on the floor, when most people simply go in the toilet and don't flush?
she clarified for me that @ one point, the commode had reached maximum water capacity in the bowl, and it was impossible to piss in it w/o getting splashed on the ass. she didn't feel like having the piss of our forefathers erupt from below up on to her, so, she pissed on the floor.
just like a feral, crazed animal.
iSpy - no answer.
sour - no answer.
snaps - no answer.
muse - no answer.
fuck.
an inconsequential walked up and I was able to steal her away for a fascinating few minute conversation about nothings. I curve my sight around her during a few points of conversation to look toward the palindrome and tohcom. I started tasting the sickness of rising bile when I saw them join hands to walk out together. suddenly noticing a tension throughout my body, I make a conscious effort to relax my muscles. I realized I've forgotten I was in a conversation and have no idea what she's talking about. I nod along in unison w/ her, trying to find an out.
she speaks of le maison, I suddenly remember something I had to do of utmost importance across the street from it.
I leave, and call iSpy. she answers, and tells me she's getting saucy @ her house. I tell her to be ready in a half hour so she can come get saucy @ le maison instead. she replies that she's broke, I tell her to stfu and get ready. I hike a half mile in stilettos to the behemoth monster I'm being forced to drive in lieu of the baby monster. I abandon my prime parking spot to zoom 10 miles across the river to pick her up.
we drive back to the faubourg marigny, and I witness someone taking the parking spot I had left just a little while prior, and get pissed. I drive around a few blocks, and end up finding a place closer than before, which gets me unpissed quick. we walk to the den to get our pre-mimosa buzz in the back patio, and, of course, our vip table is open. we sit down, and see the lesbian from 1614 that traded us money and sparklers for my altoids. she joins, we find out her name is wholesome [really.] I randomly see daniel-san and his ever-changing posse, and one of his friends makes a purchase which she dares to question the authenticity of after the fact. my worth and word are proven a few hours later when she forgets the meaning of the word "water".
growing tired of the menagerie that is the back patio, iSpy and I decide to walk to le maison to finally see mimosa, who was an hour late on the decks. on our way down the street, we run into eyelashes and her group. she informs us that mimosas set just ended.
crushing.
eyelashes boyfriend then informs me it was a stop/play and pre-recorded set.
infuriating.
I'm listening to him tell me about the lack of enthusiasm shown by mimosa when, in the distance behind him, I see the palindrome and tohcom. tohcom drunkenly walks schnoz first into a pole.
pleasing.
we finish our chat, and spin around to head back to the den one last time. I say my goodbyes to everyone, iSpy doesn't know anyone so she keeps hurrying me along. I'm supposed to take her home, but I say fuck that, we're going to my house to smoke mad blunts. we stumble to the beast, I weave through lanes back to my house, and we get to rolling.
she started talking about how weird it was to be out @ 4 in the morning, b/c w/ her ex whom she just recently broke up w/, she could never do that w/o going home to a fight. while speaking about her ex, she received a text from a mutual friend, canekat, who happens to be married. she reflected on how if canekat were her boyfriend, she wouldn't tolerate him texting another girl that late @ night, no matter their relationship as just friends. I questioned her reasoning, stating that if they were just friends, what's the trouble? everyone has friends of the opposite gender, and to not trust your partner w/ people whom they consider just friends is ludicrous.
she reasoned that it is in human nature to derive from the implicated morals of todays modern society, those being the ideas of monogamy and the standard relationship consensus of one man for one woman. so, by her logic, she was preemptively halting any possible outcome of heartbreak by eliminating the process that would cause such.
but it is the very fact that we're going against human nature that causes us to respond negatively toward the ideals of an inherently demised set of social etiquette rules, I stated. we are animals, meant to procreate with many, meant to be polygamous and polyamourous. we are meant to be feral and crazed, yet with dignity and class, as per our culture dictates us to be.
we went round about that for a while, and the discussion once again turned to the den. we were speaking of the horrid bathroom, the closet-turned-toilet that was consistently overflowing, under pressurized, and fucking filthy.
so, she explained after having told me the bathroom conditions, she simply pissed on the floor.
I found this hilarious, but was befuddled. I asked why she had pissed on the floor, when most people simply go in the toilet and don't flush?
she clarified for me that @ one point, the commode had reached maximum water capacity in the bowl, and it was impossible to piss in it w/o getting splashed on the ass. she didn't feel like having the piss of our forefathers erupt from below up on to her, so, she pissed on the floor.
just like a feral, crazed animal.
1.19.2010
I'm on the wrong side of an afterschool special.
today was the first day of classes for this semester. I had to write an essay on critical thinking, giving an example of how it's used from personal experience.
my professor will love me or loathe me.
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I’m a sucker for schedules, order, and doing things in a timely manner. Efficiency and quality are what I strive for. I am usually pressed for time, and one morning I was in a serious rush to get to class. One must eat before a long day of mental expenditure, and I was craving a sandwich. Not knowing if I’d have enough time to construct my tasty masterpiece, I had to quickly factor in my time restraints and my level of hunger.
my professor will love me or loathe me.
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I’m a sucker for schedules, order, and doing things in a timely manner. Efficiency and quality are what I strive for. I am usually pressed for time, and one morning I was in a serious rush to get to class. One must eat before a long day of mental expenditure, and I was craving a sandwich. Not knowing if I’d have enough time to construct my tasty masterpiece, I had to quickly factor in my time restraints and my level of hunger.
I thought quickly. Deciding on a few key ingredients, I chose to create a bacon-turkey-cheese sandwich. What should I do first? A linear thought later, what will take the most time to cook? So I slapped a few bacon slices down on a griddle, and had an order-up on the stovetop of some crispy, bacon perfection in a few mere minutes.
In the meantime, I pondered, what do I need to have to start building the foundation of my sandwich? I needed some toasted bread. I unwrapped the loaf and slid a pair of slices down the toaster, and they popped out looking delectably crunchy.
Next were turkey, cheese, and some pre-cut vegetables, all of which were ready for consumption directly out of the package. I grabbed a newly hardened slice of wheat bread, hastily piled the fillings one on top of another, tossed the bacon on top of it all, and smashed the top slice of bread down on what was the most delicious looking sandwich made in ten minutes ever. I sheathed my creation in a quilted paper towel and started chomping down on what was, to this day, one of the most ambrosial sandwiches I’ve ever made. I guess I work well under pressure.
If I hadn’t have thought so critically about how to go about concocting a meal in a hurry, I may have missed out on one of the most scrumptious sandwiches that has been consumed on the planet Earth.1.16.2010
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