When you think of the time in your life when you wanted to shoot yourself, along with everyone around you in the face, many typical scenarios might pop up. That day you unjustifiably lost your job. The time you woke up with the worst hangover you've ever experienced, when you had tears in your eyes and you were promising god that you would be a better person if it would just go away. Well, Calgary theatre has just topped my list.
Me going into the specifics of the play I just saw is unnecessary. Not only do I not want to relive it for the purpose of this blog... I also wouldn't wish that god-awfulness on my worst enemy. What I can tell you, is that as soon as you walk into the venue and see 4 adults in clown make-up...RUN!!!
6 Minutes into the play I was counting down the minutes to its end. It felt like I was part of a brain washing cult and I wanted to shoot pellets at the people who were laughing and encouraging the actors to continue with such none sense. 15 Minutes in they said "Let's kiss" and I vowed to Girlie that I would kiss her right then and there if only it would get us out of there - and that's saying a lot.
Things that I would have rather seen on stage include: beasteality, pedophelia, any number of girl-on-girl bits that would make me highly uncomfortable. I would rather be standing outside waiting for a bus for an hour. I would rather be digging my own grave. There are not enough words for me to think of that could explain the horror I had just witnessed. It's moments like those that I have a flask-full of "emergency Jack" with me, and my detox goes out the window. And as I sat there, trying to convince myself that this was a test of my patience, and imagining breaking in to toilet-paper that theatre, I couldn't fathom what I had ever done in my life to make me deserve such torture.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Withdrawl
I don't think people in general, realize how much of their lives is spent going through withdrawl. If our days are made up of routine, consistency, familiarity then as soon as one factor changes, we tend to go into a state of withdrawl to compensate for it.
If you work a 9-5 job, and suddenly lose it, what will you possibly do to fill those 8 hours of your day. 40 hours of your week that need to be occupied with something, anything in order to keep you from going stir crazy. I don't have a job, and this is something I still have to come to terms with. I wake up, make breakfast, and do the dishes just to have something to do. Then I flip flop between reading books and watching movies until anything better comes along. Sometimes I strive to be pro-active and find a gig, but usually, I just vedge.
And it's the same with a lot of things. Think of your New Years Resolution, it's simple, just DON'T eat that bag of chips. You'll go through the motions, you'll reach for it and then deny yourself of it; but you will also spend time thinking about it, and wanting to cheat.
The biggest thing I need to learn how to withdraw from is my relationships. It's kind of a big deal to have someone in my life every day, and then suddenly not have them around. I remeniss of the past, I imagine a fabricated future, but then I come to terms that it is JUST ME that will always be consistant. Who I am, and who I want to be. (I've been watching One Tree Hill, and that themesong still gets to me)
I've been reading a book on addiction, and subsequently thought I would stop drinking for a few weeks. As much as you could miss a substance like alcohol, the bigger part of "not drinking" is missing the routine of going with your friends to the bar, that's always hard. But it's made me think how much of life's activities are based around addiction. Even a simple thing like going to the gym turns into something that people NEED to do in order to feel complete at the end of the day, and it truly makes you realize that there is always a chance for anything activity to turn into "Too Much of a Good Thing". That's where dependancy kicks in, the big bullying brother of addiction, and no one wants to go there.
We all deal with our withdrawls each day, same as we do our struggles and make different decisions. I guess one thing holds true throughout. You take it one day at a time.
If you work a 9-5 job, and suddenly lose it, what will you possibly do to fill those 8 hours of your day. 40 hours of your week that need to be occupied with something, anything in order to keep you from going stir crazy. I don't have a job, and this is something I still have to come to terms with. I wake up, make breakfast, and do the dishes just to have something to do. Then I flip flop between reading books and watching movies until anything better comes along. Sometimes I strive to be pro-active and find a gig, but usually, I just vedge.
And it's the same with a lot of things. Think of your New Years Resolution, it's simple, just DON'T eat that bag of chips. You'll go through the motions, you'll reach for it and then deny yourself of it; but you will also spend time thinking about it, and wanting to cheat.
The biggest thing I need to learn how to withdraw from is my relationships. It's kind of a big deal to have someone in my life every day, and then suddenly not have them around. I remeniss of the past, I imagine a fabricated future, but then I come to terms that it is JUST ME that will always be consistant. Who I am, and who I want to be. (I've been watching One Tree Hill, and that themesong still gets to me)
I've been reading a book on addiction, and subsequently thought I would stop drinking for a few weeks. As much as you could miss a substance like alcohol, the bigger part of "not drinking" is missing the routine of going with your friends to the bar, that's always hard. But it's made me think how much of life's activities are based around addiction. Even a simple thing like going to the gym turns into something that people NEED to do in order to feel complete at the end of the day, and it truly makes you realize that there is always a chance for anything activity to turn into "Too Much of a Good Thing". That's where dependancy kicks in, the big bullying brother of addiction, and no one wants to go there.
We all deal with our withdrawls each day, same as we do our struggles and make different decisions. I guess one thing holds true throughout. You take it one day at a time.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Absurd Views
Yesterday, while in a vehicle listening to a random radio station, I came upon a news brief that made me sick to my stomach. It turns out that a popular magazine put Elton John, his life partner, and their new baby on the cover of this month's issue.
Now, not all people are "FOR" gay marriage and/or the bringing of a child into a gay family, and with that, I could only say that everyone is entitled to their opinion- No matter how stupid, shallow or closed-minded, it is.
The part of the story that got me was when I heard that in that ever-so-friendly neighbouring country to our south, the magazine vendors were forced to hide the cover. That is correct, they have to put plastic covers over a loving family (think playboy/hustler) as if it was something so incredibly offensive that it could not be viewed by the general public. If society could get any more stereotypical, that would shock me.
"Things that are worse than that cover": will be in part 2 of my rant over this issue.
Now, not all people are "FOR" gay marriage and/or the bringing of a child into a gay family, and with that, I could only say that everyone is entitled to their opinion- No matter how stupid, shallow or closed-minded, it is.
The part of the story that got me was when I heard that in that ever-so-friendly neighbouring country to our south, the magazine vendors were forced to hide the cover. That is correct, they have to put plastic covers over a loving family (think playboy/hustler) as if it was something so incredibly offensive that it could not be viewed by the general public. If society could get any more stereotypical, that would shock me.
"Things that are worse than that cover": will be in part 2 of my rant over this issue.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Content
I understand that everyone is a little different; has different values, opinions, ect. And I get that some people get stoked about things that others wouldn't bother with, and that the level of excitement will vary with each person... What I'm wondering, is if being content is like settling for mediocrity?
To me, being content is an awesome thing, as some people perceive me as a negative person. It means I'm on that greater part of the 1-10 scale, that 6-6.5 mark that makes me smile to be alive. But I'm not any of the awesome words. I'm not "stoked" or "elated", nor am I "ecstatic", I'm just content.
I read an article the other day that said even if you force your body to smile or laugh (say, in a mocking, or fake state) it will actually trick your body into thinking you're a happier person. Not that lying to ones-self is a good thing, but I thought it was kinds cool, because let's face it, people feed off each others energy, and there's a lot of negativity out there.
To me, contentment is like treading water. Yup, your nostrils are on the happier side of that equation, you're not drowning, and that wave hasn't pummled you yet, so you have nothing to complain about. But as decent as floating in a state of indifference in the water is, the white sanded island of Ecstaticness is within view, and just a swim away.
To me, being content is an awesome thing, as some people perceive me as a negative person. It means I'm on that greater part of the 1-10 scale, that 6-6.5 mark that makes me smile to be alive. But I'm not any of the awesome words. I'm not "stoked" or "elated", nor am I "ecstatic", I'm just content.
I read an article the other day that said even if you force your body to smile or laugh (say, in a mocking, or fake state) it will actually trick your body into thinking you're a happier person. Not that lying to ones-self is a good thing, but I thought it was kinds cool, because let's face it, people feed off each others energy, and there's a lot of negativity out there.
To me, contentment is like treading water. Yup, your nostrils are on the happier side of that equation, you're not drowning, and that wave hasn't pummled you yet, so you have nothing to complain about. But as decent as floating in a state of indifference in the water is, the white sanded island of Ecstaticness is within view, and just a swim away.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Adventures
These days, I find myself reminiscing of the past. Of the little rebel-punk I used to be at 16. I remember how on New Years that year, I had decided to go out to my first club ever with my two best friends at the time, Ter and Alz. We were going to get on the go train in downtown Hamilton and go 3 cities over to see Snow play at a club, who's name I don't recall anymore. I was going to hear "informer" live, even though Snow was already washed up.
We bent the truth a little bit when asking our parents permission to go out. Well, I did anyway, I didn't let them know we were leaving the city, they thought we were just headed downtown, but I don't think my friends mentioned a club at all. I remember we all went on a super secret shopping for our "club" outfits with money we saved from some part-time work.
We were stoked to go out and party that we got off at the wrong train stop, but luckily had the train heading in the right direction stop at the same time, and while running to the train, and away from drunk creeps, Alz fell hard and screwed up her whole leg. But the adrenaline wore off her pain when we got to our first not-muchmusic-dance, and we ignored all the brown guys trying to grind with us.
And the night was going so well we eventually missed our last train back into Hamilton and begged some guy in a convenience store to let us hang out all night. The funniest part of that memory is that we almost said yes to partying with some 25 year olds, but we hadn't been drinking, and decided against it. And then there was that guy just vomiting on the bus - we wondered why people drink to begin with.
Earlier today I was telling the roomie how I was considered the bad influence in high school. Not in the way of getting bad grades, smoking, drinking or doing drugs or anything... But I always had that thirst for adventure. The one that would draw me out of the cities for days and nights on end to hang with people twice my age.
My drawn out point here is, that I need to find people I could convince into going on more stupid adventures with me, even though over a decade has gone by. I did do the hitch hiking Europe thing not too long ago. And that random toothless-native-cowboy thing in Babb, Montana is still an epic tale... But I want more. I'm thirsty!
We bent the truth a little bit when asking our parents permission to go out. Well, I did anyway, I didn't let them know we were leaving the city, they thought we were just headed downtown, but I don't think my friends mentioned a club at all. I remember we all went on a super secret shopping for our "club" outfits with money we saved from some part-time work.
We were stoked to go out and party that we got off at the wrong train stop, but luckily had the train heading in the right direction stop at the same time, and while running to the train, and away from drunk creeps, Alz fell hard and screwed up her whole leg. But the adrenaline wore off her pain when we got to our first not-muchmusic-dance, and we ignored all the brown guys trying to grind with us.
And the night was going so well we eventually missed our last train back into Hamilton and begged some guy in a convenience store to let us hang out all night. The funniest part of that memory is that we almost said yes to partying with some 25 year olds, but we hadn't been drinking, and decided against it. And then there was that guy just vomiting on the bus - we wondered why people drink to begin with.
Earlier today I was telling the roomie how I was considered the bad influence in high school. Not in the way of getting bad grades, smoking, drinking or doing drugs or anything... But I always had that thirst for adventure. The one that would draw me out of the cities for days and nights on end to hang with people twice my age.
My drawn out point here is, that I need to find people I could convince into going on more stupid adventures with me, even though over a decade has gone by. I did do the hitch hiking Europe thing not too long ago. And that random toothless-native-cowboy thing in Babb, Montana is still an epic tale... But I want more. I'm thirsty!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
To: Awesome People
(Less-than alligator)(three)
That's for you, because you're wicked.
Let me know if anyone figures out my super simple message.
B!
That's for you, because you're wicked.
Let me know if anyone figures out my super simple message.
B!
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Anti-Depression
The winter months get the best of people. Other than those who have a deep love for snowboarding, or some other winter sport, and esccimos, I don't know how anybody could keep happy and optimistic during this bitter and cold season.
And that's the impression I give off. That of coldness and bitterness. I'm less social than usual, I'm withdrawn and silent, and to all people looking at me from the outside in, you would think I was depressed. But this last week has been that of alone time with my thoughts. Truth: I have nothing positive to say, so why even open my mouth at all. Words that come out of it would be those of complaints and criticisms.
I tried very hard this week to do the little things that make me smile on a regular basis. I kept in touch with my journal, I watched a stupid ytv show that no one else is into. I had a few drinks, and ate nachos and chocolate cake. And I touched base with some friends to talk about topics that really had no relevance in the long run. But most of all, I napped and I read, and I went tanning. And still, at the end of the day, my mood was no more that 5/10, winter does get the best of me, and the Calgary version of it, just makes me want to hitchhike south.
And that's the impression I give off. That of coldness and bitterness. I'm less social than usual, I'm withdrawn and silent, and to all people looking at me from the outside in, you would think I was depressed. But this last week has been that of alone time with my thoughts. Truth: I have nothing positive to say, so why even open my mouth at all. Words that come out of it would be those of complaints and criticisms.
I tried very hard this week to do the little things that make me smile on a regular basis. I kept in touch with my journal, I watched a stupid ytv show that no one else is into. I had a few drinks, and ate nachos and chocolate cake. And I touched base with some friends to talk about topics that really had no relevance in the long run. But most of all, I napped and I read, and I went tanning. And still, at the end of the day, my mood was no more that 5/10, winter does get the best of me, and the Calgary version of it, just makes me want to hitchhike south.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Dancing - Check
So I brave the cold and wander over to my local watering hole to meet up with a friend that I haven't seen in a couple of weeks, and his significant-other. We eat some cheap wings and shoot the shit with talk of New Years and the holidays. But as they leave just before 10pm, I realize how much I dread getting back out into the cold, and back to my uneventful house. I decide to stay.
I relocate to the bar where new friends are already giving me a hard time, and the shooters are flowing. We talk of girls and boys, of relationships and liars, and eventually decide that we should party. Like the good'ol'days, I'm kidnapped by boys (w a side of good looking girls) and we head down to a bar I despise. But, in the spirit of the New Year and having fun, I allow myself to dance get hit on random 19yr-olds and see my new random friends give up all their dignity by getting groped and mouth-raped. But that is nothing new for the Roadhouse.
My night went like this though: I met up w my friend and his gf, then hung out with random bartender + 2 sides of random awesomeness, and a not-so-innocent young-in. Went down to the club with 2 female rockstars, where I met a 1/2 stripper, saw my former-good-friend, my 2 awesome bartenderesses, and a former almost-fling from Waterton. Wow, who knew I'd have such an eventful night.
I relocate to the bar where new friends are already giving me a hard time, and the shooters are flowing. We talk of girls and boys, of relationships and liars, and eventually decide that we should party. Like the good'ol'days, I'm kidnapped by boys (w a side of good looking girls) and we head down to a bar I despise. But, in the spirit of the New Year and having fun, I allow myself to dance get hit on random 19yr-olds and see my new random friends give up all their dignity by getting groped and mouth-raped. But that is nothing new for the Roadhouse.
My night went like this though: I met up w my friend and his gf, then hung out with random bartender + 2 sides of random awesomeness, and a not-so-innocent young-in. Went down to the club with 2 female rockstars, where I met a 1/2 stripper, saw my former-good-friend, my 2 awesome bartenderesses, and a former almost-fling from Waterton. Wow, who knew I'd have such an eventful night.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
What I've Accomplished Last Year
Resolution: expand my social circle: wasn't a failure, though not a full-on success. I will re-attempt this one again in 2011, with a few minor tweeks. Still 2#'s a week, but with less punishment.
Resolution: hot vacation: DONE! And Mexico was awesome!
Resolution: return daddys car: DONE! oh solo-trip through the USA.
Resolution: don't sweat the small stuff: kinda done...
*sidenote* on this one; explanation for it last year was:
"if you've met me, I'm semi animated but it always comes across as anger. I love to yell and cause a bit of a ruckus, a lot of it sounds angry, though it's really not, and all that's good... but I do let the small stuff get to me... NO MORE"
The problem with that is, I like to be animated, and yell and vent. I'm still not angry, and therefore I choose to express that part of myself, but I feel as if I did made a valid effort to not let small things matter last year, so yay me.
And this year, I've decided to re-add:
-flirt shamelessly (it's too much fun not to)
-dance around(it makes you happier, and allows you to de-stress)
-get into trouble (you're not getting any younger)
they were my resolutions in the past for a reason, and they will brighten up 2011, just you wait!
Resolution: hot vacation: DONE! And Mexico was awesome!
Resolution: return daddys car: DONE! oh solo-trip through the USA.
Resolution: don't sweat the small stuff: kinda done...
*sidenote* on this one; explanation for it last year was:
"if you've met me, I'm semi animated but it always comes across as anger. I love to yell and cause a bit of a ruckus, a lot of it sounds angry, though it's really not, and all that's good... but I do let the small stuff get to me... NO MORE"
The problem with that is, I like to be animated, and yell and vent. I'm still not angry, and therefore I choose to express that part of myself, but I feel as if I did made a valid effort to not let small things matter last year, so yay me.
And this year, I've decided to re-add:
-flirt shamelessly (it's too much fun not to)
-dance around(it makes you happier, and allows you to de-stress)
-get into trouble (you're not getting any younger)
they were my resolutions in the past for a reason, and they will brighten up 2011, just you wait!
The Ending of 2010
Drinks started flowing early in the afternoon on New Years Eve. Lounging around the house waiting for an epic plan for the night, "I wonder how much I could drink today?" I asked the roommate at about 4pm. This was after a baileys hot chocolate, and 4 or 5 jaggerbombs, but before getting ready... but then due to some complications, I didn't get to the bar to meet up with friends till 10:30, in a pretty tipsy state and a decent enough mood.
The Rusty Cage was broken up into 4 types of high school cliques. You have the jocks: t-shirts too tight on them, showing off that most of their lives revolve around the gym; the wanna-bes: wearing whatever they thought would look best at the bar, none of them dressed rock'n'roll, or even decently, but the gel in their hair suggests they tried; the nerds: made up of all men that keep to their tables, checking out the girls they'd like to get up the courage to talk to, but won't; and the girls: not sluts per say, but really trying for attention, none-the-less.
The band that's playing sounds decent enough but lack a personality of their own. They're ripping off all the most popular songs of Guitar Hero. Yes, I understand that those songs were once epic, but now, they are mostly recognized from the game that's educated the youth of today. From Sweet Child of Mine, to the Foofighters, and now Kings of Leon, it lacked the energy New Years Eve should hold.
The countdown happened 3 minutes early and was anti-climactic, as I think it was done more for the convenience of ending one song, and beginning another. The first song I heard in 2011 was Pink's "Raise Your Glass". No complaints I suppose.
Shortly after midnight the drunkards started coming around, and I learned a new pick-up line that's been used on me before, but I didn't recognize as a pick-up line until now. Dipped in self-loathing with a hint of patheticness and the hope for sympathy I suppose, a guy walks up, puts his arms around me saying hello, then slurs "You're not who I thought you were, and you're way out of my league" then walks away. Shock value is what I think the people who use said line are trying to accomplish. But a "fool me once, shame on you..." recognision of this line, helped me just let him walk away.
And at around 2am when the bar had cleared and my night still wasn't awesome, a delayed from text from my boy, coupled with my favorite tune of the year (How Low Can You Go by Ludacris) brought a brief smile to my face... and then I headed home.
The Rusty Cage was broken up into 4 types of high school cliques. You have the jocks: t-shirts too tight on them, showing off that most of their lives revolve around the gym; the wanna-bes: wearing whatever they thought would look best at the bar, none of them dressed rock'n'roll, or even decently, but the gel in their hair suggests they tried; the nerds: made up of all men that keep to their tables, checking out the girls they'd like to get up the courage to talk to, but won't; and the girls: not sluts per say, but really trying for attention, none-the-less.
The band that's playing sounds decent enough but lack a personality of their own. They're ripping off all the most popular songs of Guitar Hero. Yes, I understand that those songs were once epic, but now, they are mostly recognized from the game that's educated the youth of today. From Sweet Child of Mine, to the Foofighters, and now Kings of Leon, it lacked the energy New Years Eve should hold.
The countdown happened 3 minutes early and was anti-climactic, as I think it was done more for the convenience of ending one song, and beginning another. The first song I heard in 2011 was Pink's "Raise Your Glass". No complaints I suppose.
Shortly after midnight the drunkards started coming around, and I learned a new pick-up line that's been used on me before, but I didn't recognize as a pick-up line until now. Dipped in self-loathing with a hint of patheticness and the hope for sympathy I suppose, a guy walks up, puts his arms around me saying hello, then slurs "You're not who I thought you were, and you're way out of my league" then walks away. Shock value is what I think the people who use said line are trying to accomplish. But a "fool me once, shame on you..." recognision of this line, helped me just let him walk away.
And at around 2am when the bar had cleared and my night still wasn't awesome, a delayed from text from my boy, coupled with my favorite tune of the year (How Low Can You Go by Ludacris) brought a brief smile to my face... and then I headed home.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Ruckus
About 2.5 hrs into the New Year and I'm already causing a ruckus.
I spent New Years Eve at a sister bar of my beloved Rusty Cage North. Disappointingly enough, there wasn't a huge and rowdy crowd there, and having an epically-good-time wasn't in the cards. But a decent-time was had regardless.
Anyway, by 2am, the bar had cleared out... and even though I desperately wanted to party, I found myself about to head home. Assuming that public transit would be extended, it being a holiday and all, I stumbled across the street to the c-train.
**The Heritage C-train station was in the news a few weeks back, because of a sexual assault that had occurred at about 2am. Apparently bits of it had been caught on camera, but no one came to the rescue, and the whole "transit camera system" was now being questioned.**
As I made my way up the stairs, and then down the other side towards the platform, I asked people if they knew when the next train was coming, but they were all wishy-washy with their responses
As I got onto the platform, I walked past a group of 15 people (who also didn't know when the train would be there, but had been waiting a while) acting as if I owned the place. Then, without a second thought, I said "Well, did anyone try this?" and pushed the big red HELP button. .
(I guess that would be the button one would push in case of an emergency, like an assault). A voice immediately answered, and I just slurred "ugh, hi, are there any more trains tonight?" to which I got a "no more trains" response, followed by my slurred "okay, thanks, sorry".
The looks of shock and dismay filled the crowd as they starred at me trying to wrap their heads around what I had just done. "That button is for EMERGENCIES" one guy said. But I just shrugged and said "no more trains" walking away, letting them talk about me amongst themselves.
Now, who knows how much that fine is? like $3000 I thought, I should really do my research on that. And there are cameras as everyone knows, but hey, it's not like I have a warrant out for my arrest having to do with c-train related crimes. I picked up a random, and after showing some leg, got into a cab with him. I was home by 3:30... or actually, I was standing in the middle of the street looking lost, same difference.
I spent New Years Eve at a sister bar of my beloved Rusty Cage North. Disappointingly enough, there wasn't a huge and rowdy crowd there, and having an epically-good-time wasn't in the cards. But a decent-time was had regardless.
Anyway, by 2am, the bar had cleared out... and even though I desperately wanted to party, I found myself about to head home. Assuming that public transit would be extended, it being a holiday and all, I stumbled across the street to the c-train.
**The Heritage C-train station was in the news a few weeks back, because of a sexual assault that had occurred at about 2am. Apparently bits of it had been caught on camera, but no one came to the rescue, and the whole "transit camera system" was now being questioned.**
As I made my way up the stairs, and then down the other side towards the platform, I asked people if they knew when the next train was coming, but they were all wishy-washy with their responses
As I got onto the platform, I walked past a group of 15 people (who also didn't know when the train would be there, but had been waiting a while) acting as if I owned the place. Then, without a second thought, I said "Well, did anyone try this?" and pushed the big red HELP button. .
(I guess that would be the button one would push in case of an emergency, like an assault). A voice immediately answered, and I just slurred "ugh, hi, are there any more trains tonight?" to which I got a "no more trains" response, followed by my slurred "okay, thanks, sorry".
The looks of shock and dismay filled the crowd as they starred at me trying to wrap their heads around what I had just done. "That button is for EMERGENCIES" one guy said. But I just shrugged and said "no more trains" walking away, letting them talk about me amongst themselves.
Now, who knows how much that fine is? like $3000 I thought, I should really do my research on that. And there are cameras as everyone knows, but hey, it's not like I have a warrant out for my arrest having to do with c-train related crimes. I picked up a random, and after showing some leg, got into a cab with him. I was home by 3:30... or actually, I was standing in the middle of the street looking lost, same difference.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Lost girl in the street
Yesterday was New Years, and via my 19-yr-old kinda attitude, in true drunken fashion, a couple of adventures came to pass. But I can't put them all in one story and lose my regular readership, so you'll have to read another post in a day or so.
But here's todays story:
It's 3:30 in the morning, and in the middle of the street on 20th Avenue, in front of Jimmy's stands a girl. Like a deer caught in headlights, she's just standing there, looking confused, and listening intently, holding something in her hand. She's wearing a short-sleeved dress, but no jacket. Her shoes don't match her outfit at all as they are ass-kicking/moon-walking/combat-looking boots.
She takes a step to the left and a step to the right, clearly distraught and frustrated. Then she bends down to pick an object up from a deep pile of snow. Her blackberry.
It always happens to me, what could I say?
But here's todays story:
It's 3:30 in the morning, and in the middle of the street on 20th Avenue, in front of Jimmy's stands a girl. Like a deer caught in headlights, she's just standing there, looking confused, and listening intently, holding something in her hand. She's wearing a short-sleeved dress, but no jacket. Her shoes don't match her outfit at all as they are ass-kicking/moon-walking/combat-looking boots.
She takes a step to the left and a step to the right, clearly distraught and frustrated. Then she bends down to pick an object up from a deep pile of snow. Her blackberry.
It always happens to me, what could I say?
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