Getting finished with a shift is one of the best feelings. Just strooling out the resturant and driving home, jamming out to a mix tape, and the anticipation getting rid of the non-discrit IHOP smell. But today was fun. I had to make some copies, so I went over to Chris' office on the "Yellow Dart." SO when I get out I was planning on going to ( Read more... )

I was in Boulder today. I went to the Merc last night and stayed at Tim's. I am feeling disconnected from everything, Boulder seemed so foreign as I was driving around. 5 weeks, then I am gone 5 weeks and then well I don't really know. There is only one thing left to do, and then I will be ready to leave.

I just met a dog named "Bucket."

Clock in 5:27am clock out 3:23pm. Nothin' like a shitty day at work.

I went dancing tonight as I normally do, and as always there was this one older guy there. He has been at every dance for as long as I have been going dancing here in Ft. Collins with is something like 7 or 8 years. He has long ratty grey hair and one of those beards that looks like he just never shaves. Not a soul talks with him and he really can' ( Read more... )

Nothing much to say, nothing much to do. Feeling a bit divorced from thought at the moment. Wondering where that little box is. The one where my passion of just a few short months ago sailed into. Logistics and statistics album cover art and epic stores. Not creating just waiting. Caught in nowhere particular, being no one particular. Somewhere to ( Read more... )

Man the rain has been putting a damper on my days. I just want to find a great hammock spot and read, but the whole paper and water thing not mixing. Basically been working, my foot still hurts a lot from that damn bucket, but it isn't purple any more, that is a good sign ( Read more... )

Sometimes I hate my own curiosity.

I wrote a couple of days ago about sending a letter to my Aunt Esta. I went and got the mail today, and there was a letter from her. So I thought this was a little prompt considering that I sent mine on Tuesday. So as I am looking on the envelope the post mark is "15 Jun 2004." That was Tuesday, that fucking day that I sent my letter to her. ( Read more... )

Today was a long fucking day. 7hours and 44mins, of non-stop work. I was the only cook on tonight and we did over $1000. On a busy sunday we will have 6 cooks and do $4 or 5,000. I dropped a meal on the floor for the first time ever, spilling spagatti sauce and melted cheese all over the floor that I had just cleaned. Then I spilled an entire bag ( Read more... )