i really don’t know how you people wake up at 7am everyday. It’s 4:50pm and it feels like midnight. Gonna sleep like a fucking infant. My day started when …lets call her emily called saying she was outside. I grab my backpack and the computer im setting up at their office. I’m not really hungover, just still drunk from last night’s myspace girl trainwreck conversation.
I sit up at the office, talk on aim, stalk on myspace and actually sell some websites. Around 11am i snap and i ask..lets call her Tiffany, the sales woman says she’s going to lunch. I beg her to drop me off at place that sells beer. I sit at the east end grill for 4 hours, drawing in my tablet, then drawing on paper, texting about 50 people with the msg “hail satan!”, when emily finally picks me up to go to the bank.
I roll deep into the bank wearing some camo pants, a black hot 107.1 shirt, hacker hat, metal bracelet, representing. I’m also really feeling the 5 beers. While we’re filling out the papers for my merchant account, he asks if the statements should be sent to my home address. I say “i dunno, probably gonna be evicted pretty soon, better send them to the office”. He looks up at Emily and then back at me and goes “okay, can do”. I sign the rest of the papers and stumble out of the bank.
We get the car and Emily starts laughing and says don’t mention you’re going to be evicted soon to your bank. I dunno, i thought it was funny. No one has any sense of fucking humor anymore. I’m glad i still think it’s funny. My ability to entertain myself is beyond your grasp.
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