impulsive - (adj.) Inclined to act on impulse rather than thought.... which is a better way.

okay...
let me start from the beginning.
it all happened about three or four or five days ago.
the sun came up- or went down.
i came to work and walked past June.
i stayed late at work, drank and helped mark with the website.
then i ended up at mandi's house
where i found out i'm a cheap date.
then the party in my belly was crashed.
but it turned out okay because mandi and i went and saw superman returns the next day
or the day after.
then i went to work the next day and glanced at Heather...
which made me take a double-look..
which was followed by a third.

"came like a thief in the night with nice white teeth
and a tight ass and long conversation
fascinating feeling to spend months in your company
i never felt uncomfortable
even with my clothes off.
everybody shows off and wants to look presentable
but the fact of the matter is that accidents are preventable"

YES

[09:44] kew0326: hey champ i just thought i should tell you i had the weirdest dream with you last night... you called while i was having sex with someone and told me you had a girlfriend but i could see you in your room and you were wearing a furry costume...i think i should stop doing crack..

Life's a party. Throw it up.

commit the bug to the air, laiment seafood to the ohio, be okay with risking a good time, stay the night and make her late for work, vomit it all up in the morning.


tonight, coming back to the house from Mandi's and then Jeff's, i was all alone on the bipass. five miles of highway and just my car. the only light was shining through the fog from the highway bulbs. it felt amazing. driving like that all the time would be so nice.

mandi, sean, jeff, Ax, ashely and i all went to see Click tonight. oddly enough, it did not suck the ass i thought it would. it was actually really good, even made me cry a bit before i pulled up my Huggies.

the last few days have been pretty amazing -
working long days
not sleeping
drinking and typing up a menu for wasabi with my boss
hanging out with crazy, crazy kids


sorry, no photos for the time.
they's be in ma cah

and that's all for tonight.

Mailed from zip code 94122

Earlier this week I went up to Indy to see my dad. I'm pretty sure that no one I know, except for Mark, has ever seen my dad. I assure you he does exist. He is bald, even though he really doesn't like to draw attention to that fact. He eats a lot of meat, like an asshole, but I was able to get him to eat a tofu hotdog.
Then I came back to Evil.
A few days later, Ben and I went to Kentucky Downs, and abandoned horse-track. It's in the process of being torn down... or converted into a trash dump. It smells like hell because of the latter, but smoking pretty much takes care of that. Because of the trash, there are also tons of birds there. We mainly just climbed around on things and looked and looked for good shots. It's really nice out there, especially on a clear day. Things just seem to pop out and look nice. The structures, though, don't really seem very stable to climb on, even though they are for the most part. It is kind of scary as hell, though. Everything just has a fucked up, odd feeling... probably because of all the industrial waste and shit-smell. But it's kind of fun out there.

I never thought that I would be able to use theory training to talk up girls, but...

Today started out well. I got my new hookah, which I am very glad about, and I didn't have to work until 3. So I got into work around 3:15, because Jeff's dog got away from me while I was walking it, and chilled out there for until about 9:30. Then the plan was to meet up with the head cook at Wasabi, Pancho - his name is actually Harldo, but I think Pancho is more fitting - at this Mexican bar and dance the night away with Amber, a waitress at Wasabi, and 'Drew, a sushi dude at Wasabi. However, Pancho and I showed up right as the EVPD started checking IDs for people to get in. Obviously then, there was no dice.
So I went over to Mark's friend Collin's house. It was Collin's 22nd birthday, so there were way too many drunk people in his very little house. After the police showed up, I found my way out of the front yard and into the basement of the little house with the rest of the under 21 year olds. Tits for me, there was an acoustic guitar, though. So after playing guitar a bit, this girl comes up to me and strikes up a conversation about music. She was a bit drunk, but I was able to make out that she played piano. Then all of the sudden, I found out that - guess what - I played piano also. Funny that. Thank you Mr. Becker for that year of Theory Training.