As I sit on a curb smoking new cigarettes from a metal tin I found in a casino, while my questionable girlfriend of two weeks sits inside with her friend, a cigarette I use as an excuse to leave the table for, four days after my 21st, a thought dawns on me ( Read more... )

So I'm in Vegas. I learned blackjack on the way here from a scrawled Moleskine paper while I giggled at stupidities in Sky catalogues. I've lost about $500 playing it, but I made about $300 playing it. I lost $60 on Roulette on the number 13. Fuck you roulette. Tomorrow I will make good money playing it and enjoy pool in downtown ( Read more... )

Can I honestly not even date someone without them being sent Facebook comments telling her how much of a shitty person I am? What was it... "Worthless person to be around," "No initiative, cheated on girlfriendS, fucks over ALL of his friends," something like that. Thanks, Will. Glad I'm honest enough to tell her about my mistakes beforehand, least ( Read more... )

Thanks for opening some kind of line of communication so I could talk to you about this shit, and then just randomly deleting it after you put up some "serious question" that I didn't have time to answer or read fully at the time. Glad we can talk about this shit, glad you can just ignore whatever I write and say anyway still.

The first cigarette smoked in my apartment while I've lived here after two years is also the first cigarette I've had after sex. Now, too, I have an autobiographical spot for live Interpol vinyl. I hope she's worth it ( Read more... )

I am left horrified, mystified and depressed

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Insight into Vonnegut, worth the read. I typed out half of this from the book before I found a copy online.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89274738

- When a copy of "Clouds Taste Metallic," worth $300+, goes for $40, when you were gonna snipe it for $150, but your router's wireless cut out before auction end while you were gone ( Read more... )

( lul drama )

Someone stole my bike when I was inside the Grill for an hour.

I bought the bike for $80 from a man in a trailer. I put $100 into it. I rode it for a month, gleefully. It was named Charlie.

And then some crooked fucker stole it while I ate tomato soup.

Fuck tomato soup. What was I thinking.