you go the action she got the issues

i usually don't reveal too much about myself at work and around my co-workers. mostly cuz i didn't get a job to make friends, and you never know who's "cool".
if i was with my friends and somebody asked me what i did the night before, i'd tell them i shotgunned pabst until i couldn't see, dosed some opiates, prank called all the Walgreens in the phone book and pissed in a kiddie pool.
if i get asked what i did the night before from a co-worker, i say, "nothing."

but sometimes shit slips out.
like:
"fuck no i don't shop at Wal-Mart. i prefer my fellow humans stay out of poverty and keep their dignity.
the only good thing about Wal-Mart is that they are the only place open when yr smashed up on morphine and you just fucking NEED to buy Sorority Boys."

i need to learn to shut my fucking mouth.
otherwise they just ask questions.

consider her gone.

the little red toyota is going to a new home today.
we don't have much of a history since i bought him on a whim, and don't really like to drive.

i got him from a fellow TCPunker, and we met in an alley in uptown while it was raining. we exchanged moneys for a title under her umbrella and i drove home to Bryn Mawr scared as hell with the windshield wipers going out of their little wiping minds.

for awhile i didn't drive him anywhere, just when it was too hot to walk to get cigarettes wit hthe husky.
and the first time Aries ran away at about 5am while me and some great kids were geting crunked on the lawn, in my chemically altered and emotional state, i started driving around the neighborhood looking for her. mascara down to my knees, head out the window yelling for my dog, driving through peoples yards.

after that i mainly took him on angry irrational drives through downtown in the middle of the night like an idiot.

he helped me move to uptown and take my ghetto nasty pals to the liquor store.
other than that, he's basically spent most of his life with me parked.
i can count all the times i've driven him with no problem. it's almost like i didn't even have a car.

but he's always been there to move boxes, take me 3 blocks when i was too lazy to walk, and keep me safe when i decided to take him out after a few pbrs. (that will NEVER happen again. it's stupid and irresponsible, and i wasn't thinking. kids, don't follow my game.)

thanks little red toyota corolla. 1989 was an alright year.
may you live another 17 years.

retail. let me tell you.
old ladies are the worst. know-it-alls.
people always get pretty defensive when they learn about my disgust for the elderly. well, it ain't all of them.
it's the ones who think the world owes them somthing because they can't bend over, and nobody loves them.
the ones who aren't happy with how they lived their lives, and now take it out on every living thing that gets in their way.
it's not our fault, oldypants. we didn't tell you to be a baby factory and let yr husband push you around or take that job you hated for 50 years.
YOU did that.
at least i know it isn't me, and when these near death mummies walk into the store freaking out that their Frivolous Fawn hair rinse is out, i know that they acted this way to everyone else they came in contact with that day.
never let me get old. i plan on rocking til death.
i've already dedicated my life to rock and roll, and animals. i think i'm safe. but the second you see me power walking through the fucking mall in my teal windsuit, fight me to the death.

unrelated: i watched Pet Semitary 2 last night, well, this morning as i watched the sun wake up, and that movie got 1 star. ONE! the music is retarded, the backstory is lametothemax and those brats can't act. it's so awesome! who grades this shit?
i give it 8 stars. and 12 thumbs.
it's all about the death of pets and parents and there is not one shred of emotion. well, i suppose if you can bring them back by burrying them in the ancient indian burial ground that happens to be right in the small town you live in, who cares, right?
i hadn't seen this movie in like, 30 years, and last night it blew my mind. i will never watch another movie. ever.
eddie furlong, you sir, are a cinematic retard. genious.

scooter? i want a scooter.