I might have to move out/poke out my eardrums/gouge out my eyes/cut my tongue from my mouth/go into a coma/find a hole and bury myself in it (because who has time to actually dig a hole) before “election season” starts because being incredulous/angry at a politician or supporter of a politician because of some idiotic thing they say is not good for your health.
I had a dream last night that I had my leg amputated at the knee. The odd thing is, the dream was slightly comforting. I woke up feeling like losing a limb wouldn’t be the worst thing that has happened to me.
Maybe it’s true about what they say about the power of music calming the soul.
I went to the 15th birthday party of a local Public House, or pub, if you will. Also my sister’s 24th birthday. The band playing way Lavoy, and they were excellent. The guys were down to earth, friendly, and extremely talented.
I was anxious going out tonight, for a lot of reasons.
Driving home and getting in bed, and I feel completely at peace.
I should do this more often.
Happy, home, and sober.
It’s about trying to impress your sisters by rapping along to Eminem’s Lose Yourself at full vocal volume and then forgetting the words to the second verse.
Sorry sisters, I have failed you as an older brother.
|—||My sixty year old father, talking about getting a second job at another gun store.|
|—||Brucey says smart things sometimes.|
Goodness, I’m pale.
When I got the call that they had selected someone else for the job yesterday, I was a little crushed. I thought it was a sure thing. My sister put in a good word for me, and I hit it off really well with the boss lady when I had gone in to hand in my application/resume.
One of my current bosses has a roommate who works for the company, so she texted her and asked about the interviews. Roommate lady said it was more than likely because I had earrings. Apparently it’s a pretty conservative workplace. Which leaves me kicking myself, because that’s usually one of the first questions I ask in an interview: the dress code/tattoo/piercing rules. I was just super confident that I would get the job that I didn’t even think about it. Either way, if that’s the m reason I didn’t get hired, it’s probably for the best as I would not enjoy working in that kind of environment. Conservative anything makes me a little leery. (Says the man who’s going into the elementary education field run primarily by middle age conservative white women).
After I texted my mom and sister letting them know I didn’t get the job, my mom texted back, “Their loss,” which made me feel better. I then asked my sister if she had cleaned out the center console of her car recently. Seemingly unrelated, but while she was abroad studying I was using her car, and that’s where I stashed the last of my cigarettes that I had bought on a particularly rough day. Her response: “Are you looking for cigarettes?” To which I trepidatiously replied, “Yes,” thinking she had definitely thrown them away. She replied, “Would you like me to leave the whole pack on your bed, or should I just leave one?” I said, “One would be great. Thank you.” Which is why I have the best family in the world.
They had a stack of about five million other applications they had gone through/were interviewing, so we will see. It should help that my sister works for the company and is pretty badass. If I don’t get it, there’s always Stateline, right?