So despite minor drama this past weekend I found myself to be happy. I felt lame when I realized that the source of my happiness was some new shisha flavors for the house and a couple limited edition beers. It kind of worries me that I can base my happiness on something so small and material.
I used to be so complicated.
On the plus side I’m now easy to please and being complicated is exhausting.
I just require music, laughter, hookah, rum/beer, and physical affection.
He’s everything you want He’s everything you need He’s everything inside of you That you wish you could be He says all the right things At exactly the right time But he means nothing to you And you don’t know why
You’re waiting for someone To put you together You’re waiting for someone to push you away There’s always another wound to discover There’s always something more you wish he’d say
” —Vertical horizonSo it’s the day Brian slid out of his mom’s vagina 24 years ago. Last night we had dinner together, went to Frank’s engagement party, then drank at Krewe, Clyde’s, and the house. Brian treated himself (us) to Guitar Hero 5 and we attempted to play that while trashed. I look forward to playing it now that I’m sober.
Off to brunch!
Maybe console sales are dropping because everyone in the universe already has one… think of that?
Just got a call from the police department…
“Is this Mr. Baker?”
yes
“Hi this is Sargent ______ from the police department”
…hi?
“Well I’m setting up interviews for next week and…”
wow that was scary for a minute. Very nice to get offered an interview, however the job I’m starting tomorrow pays nearly $7 more an hour. I declined, needless to say.
In other news my mom just gave me an original Tamagotchi from the mid 90’s still sealed in the box. Is it worth anything? I kind of hope it’s not valuable because I’m kind of excited about the idea of having one on my keychain again. I remember my mom bought my brother and me one the day they came out because the lady on the news said they would be really popular. I remember she got an extra one to hold on to and in my early 20’s I remember asking her for it. She told me she had no idea what I was talking about. Well apparently she knew this whole time and was lying about it, but recently decided to give it to me anyways.
Life is mysterious.
This is my last week at my current job. Totally pumped for a better job with better money and my own office and secretary and most importantly, I can finally listen to music again.
Though, knowing that I’m leaving my job in two days has really made it hard for me to do just about anything. I’m doing so little in fact… that I’m not even there. I’ll go in tomorrow though for my last day (if only to eat cake and clean out my desk).
freedom
