The rambler.

I've been lazy lately, thus the lack of writing down of actual thoughts. But most of my thoughts lately have been, "Is it 5pm? Can I have a glass of wine or two?" and lots of sleeping.

But I've still got things to tell you about, so to review:

Friday night at the bar my friends and I were laughing it up and having a good time in the very crowded, noisy bar (loud music and such) when this henious woman at the next table leaned over and asked us to be quiet. FOR REAL. We all sat there in stunned silence, I wish I had a time traveling machine because I'd go back and tell her to go fuck herself. It's a bar. It's loud. If you don't like it you can go down to the damn library. Bitch.

I got fired from my wine shop job. They said it was "downsizing" but really it was because I basically told them to shove it- twice, when they tried to institute ridiculous policies- if something breaks on your shift they will take the cost of the item out of your paycheck and apparently we are supposed to know through telepathy that the owner wanted us to clean the toilet during our shift. I'll miss helping people out because I found I really liked it, I will not miss their horrible management of the place or the lack of hours that I was getting. I was working so little I only made about $30 every two weeks.

The farmer's market this week was full of sweet, apple cheeked babies with ridiculously fat thighs. I considered stealing one.

It's been a full three months since the last time I got kissed, that is entirely too long. Yet not a single cute single person in the area lately. I fear the college students will come back I'll accidentally lose control of myself and grab a poor freshmen and kiss the hell out of him on the street. But that would probably be some sort of assault, right? Crap. Must remember not to do that.

I bought a whole watermelon this weekend, I'm going to attempt to eat it all by myself.

It wasn't until Monday of this week that I realized that it was Labor Day weekend this weekend. How the hell did that happen? Summer is over? WTF? I certainly haven't driven my car enough...I'm thinking about taking a little solo road trip this weekend but I have no idea where I want to fo.

Although a tiny part of me is secretly looking forward to cooler fall temps and boots and jackets and pretty leaves. First I should probably go buy some boots and jackets, right?

That is all I've got.

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6 Comments:

  • At August 26, 2008 10:58 PM, Blogger Lincoln said…

    A few things:

    You should have broken a few bottles of wine on your way out.

    You don't even want to know how long my kissing dry spell is.

    Consider Boise for a road trip. It's one hell of a drive but it'd be fun.

     
  • At August 27, 2008 8:56 AM, Blogger orangek8 said…

    That lady at the bar was a total stupid bitch. "We can't even hear ourselves talk!"

    Well, then go to the effing library!!! Or out on the street!!! Or to a bar that isn't as crowded or fun, it'll be more quiet there! Or, better idea, why don't you just go straight to hell!!!!

     
  • At August 27, 2008 11:25 AM, Anonymous Jemima said…

    Consider taking 40 West and partying like a rock star in SF. TEAR IT UP!

    I agree with Lincoln too. Could you have left with a few bottles of Opus One on the way out too?

    Hear you on the babies. Every time I take Pants swimming at Crissy Field, there are mamas with their happy babies and pups frolicking in the sand. It makes me think such things are possible. Cruel, cruel lies.

    And you don't have to be single to consider kissing freshmen. The sexy little bastards are everywhere.

    And finally, I have a bike clinic tonight (hold me) and a swim clinic on Sunday. I'm freaking the fuck out. Plus, the bike coach is taking just me and one other person to Marin Headlands. Google it. It's like mountains. FREK! And the swimming, it is in the BAY! DOUBLE FREK! Seriously, I never do anything halfway.

     
  • At August 27, 2008 3:49 PM, Blogger Hillary said…

    re: the wineshop bullshit policy
    Can they even legally do that?

    re: the farmers' market
    But then you'd have a baby.

    re: the watermelon
    I read an article about how watermelon has the same effects (for men) as Viagra if a lot is eaten. I think you should donate the watermelon to a man and tell him to eat the entire thing. Then document the results and report back to me. This could end your kissing dry spell.

     
  • At August 27, 2008 9:36 PM, Blogger Skeezix said…

    Lincoln- ironically a customer broke a six pack on the last night I worked. The first time anything was ever damaged on my shift.

    Jemima- I want a full report post ride and swim! And I was just saying this weekend that I'd love to go to San Fransico since I've never been.

    Hilary- I like the way you think. Watermelon+men= kissing.

    Kate- nothing like having my knockers in your little avatar. HAHA.

     
  • At August 29, 2008 12:29 PM, Anonymous Moose said…

    I keep meaning to steal a baby. Or a dog. There were several prime candidates out last night.

     

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