cid kept looking at my new retard velour shirt like it was a friendly couch to sleep on so he is having a time out right now. i wasn’t sure if i’d keep the shirt it’s kind of like something nerds wore in preschool, i guess that’s what makes it “cool” anyway too late i took off the tag just now. this is the one i got, in navy, small.
last nite at the bar i was spacing out fil was in the john and these two cougs are like staring at me and smiling and i’m sort of ignoring them checking them with my peripheral vision and one goes HAD A TOUGH DAY? all sweet and i look at her and go WHO ME and then realise she is staring at this dude standing behind me and the entire bar erupts in laughter like we are all in on this funny joke so i say WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE A LOSER referring to my being in a daze sitting by myself, despite the joke already had passed, so the answer to my question was YES.
i bought the good the bad and the queen yesterday so far it is meh i’m glad i didn’t buy the $35 tickets, the show is at the koolhaus, that place makes me anxious and on top of that i would be even more anxious going into the pit of poseurs trying to get all these good pictures of damon albarn. not fun. the only way i would go back to koolhaus is if i had guestlist and/or i REALLY wanted to see whatever band was playing.
i told fil that we have to do it at least every other nite from now on whether we want to or not, for exercise. last nite in trying to get him to walk to the store for me to get me smokes i said OK YOU CAN CUM IN MY HAIR and he said he could do that anyway i said no not anymore you can’t from now on you need permission then i realised i was speaking really fucking loud to the whole bar.
