Another day and another time. Though it doesn't seem all that different from those other times and days I have seen before. So not last night but the night before, Dave and Jimmy came out. Dave was out by early afternoon. Jimmy showed up closer to midnight. He had work and shit. But Dave and I went outdoors quite a bit. It was lovely meeting his father. He stank like weed as I had hoped he would. So after Dave got here, his Dad gave him four beers and some electric lettuce. Marijuana for all you inexperienced fucks who didn't grow up in the 60's. We went out on my balcony, smoked cigarettes, a bowl and drank a couple beers. After that we went to the park and walked across it to te Wine Rack I had been trained at. They were doing inventory that day. Suckers. But it was a good thing because my manager was there and she is the only one able to ring up my 15% discount. So I got a 1.5 of J.T. Meritage 2003. Damn good rich red. Great with steak. See this is one thing that pisses me off about vegetarians.
See I know two that I care about. Only two. I don't plan on letting that number get larger so fuck off all you closet cases. Kayla, and Jimmy of course. Now these people apperently love red wine. Ha! You cannot truly appreciate red wine with huge chunks of bloody flesh being knawed on. Mm mmm. Trust me on this one. This is why both of you need to start eating meat. You are wasting good red wine experiences. Plus I think we are all intelligent enough to realize that animal rights is fucking stupid. Now. So dave and I walked back. From the Wine Rack. Saw lots of hot single moms in the park. Wanted to take them home. Didn't for some reason. They didn't look diseased enough for my liking. I like my women infested with AIDS, ensalved to heroine and hooking on the streets. That haggard leathery look of the skin and vagina lips that look like they were abused at Abu Ghraib really do it for me. In fact I got a semi right now. Hold on... Ahhhh. Now I feel better. So when Dave and I got back, we did something.
I think Hockey was starting to play. So we started watching it. Dave had a little nap during it while we were waiting for Jimmy. I knew he needed the sleep. He didn't get much the last couple days. Kayla didn't show up and it hurt my feelings. I even dressed all pretty, combed my hair and showered and shit. I almost never do any of those things. She is that special to me. Anyways, Jimmy called us to go meet him, which we did. It was a beautiful weekend. Any excuse to go outside I generally took. Jimmy arrived, we crakced open wine and continued watching the game. Calgary got fucking put out that night. But that is alright Vancouver advanced last night. So we drank. Watched Southpark. Chuckled a hell of a lot. Smoked weed and cigarettes inside. It was gorgeous. We had the couch at a wrong angle and everything. I passed out before 2. I don't have as much energy as them late at night because my regular schedule is an early riser. I had to work the next day as well. Our store one the highest average sale increase in the district.
So our store was awarded stars. These stars represent money that you can spend on wine. So essentially I will be getting free wine. I got a lot of stars because they are divied up by how many hours you work and how much you sell. I top both those fields easy. Not even a contest. Plus selling to that wedding was a huge part of it. So I am getting some incredibly nice wine with it. Better then you guys have probably ever had. My Grandma is still gone. It is nice to relax and blast my music and nothing matters. Though I do miss her and also look forward to seeing her again. But alone time I do value. Not in insane amounts because I am a very social creature. But I do need it. But I use the park for that when my Grandma is here. Bring my MP3 player, and I am blasting my music. Fuck I miss Nicole a lot lately. It hasn't been that long. But it feels like it. I don't know when the last time I went ten days without talking to her if ever. But I don't want it happening to often that is for sure.
I got into a conversation with Lesley about cough and cold medicine yesterday. She had these pills with pseudo-effedrin and dextromorphine. Good guesses on my part. She was telling me how they affected her and I told her it probably had dextromorphine. She read that pack and surely enough it did. Then she told me her Mom told her it had the stuff in it used to make speed. I corrected that. Effedrin is what was used to make speed. It was used in truckers stay awake pills and yes cold and allergy medications. But they made it illegal in over the counter drugs. Now it is pseudo-effedrin. She told me she felt a little sick after I told her they cover the pills with a nauseant so that if you take to many you throw them up. But you can wash them in really warm water and get rid of it. But I don't know why that time when me and friends sat around and drank a bottle of cough syrup, why we didn't just get the pills. I wouldn't have to taste that awful fuck face taste. Tastes like a bag of assholes fermented in monkey excrement and pigeon vomit.
But because it is in pills we should have fun with it again sometime. Oh I forgot to mention the most fun part of Jimmy and Dave coming here. We got a whole huge pile of cocaine and some Belgian hookers. Who funnily enough, made mean belgian waffles. I thought that was funny. But anyways, we spent a large majority of our night snorting coke off of their tits and fucking them bareback. ("without a condom" if you want to be a dick about it). So that was fun times. Oh shit fuck. That is exactly everything I am not supposed to blog about. Ohhhh well. Anyways. I am going to wrap this up. Coffee and sunshine and cigarettes beckon me.
See I know two that I care about. Only two. I don't plan on letting that number get larger so fuck off all you closet cases. Kayla, and Jimmy of course. Now these people apperently love red wine. Ha! You cannot truly appreciate red wine with huge chunks of bloody flesh being knawed on. Mm mmm. Trust me on this one. This is why both of you need to start eating meat. You are wasting good red wine experiences. Plus I think we are all intelligent enough to realize that animal rights is fucking stupid. Now. So dave and I walked back. From the Wine Rack. Saw lots of hot single moms in the park. Wanted to take them home. Didn't for some reason. They didn't look diseased enough for my liking. I like my women infested with AIDS, ensalved to heroine and hooking on the streets. That haggard leathery look of the skin and vagina lips that look like they were abused at Abu Ghraib really do it for me. In fact I got a semi right now. Hold on... Ahhhh. Now I feel better. So when Dave and I got back, we did something.
I think Hockey was starting to play. So we started watching it. Dave had a little nap during it while we were waiting for Jimmy. I knew he needed the sleep. He didn't get much the last couple days. Kayla didn't show up and it hurt my feelings. I even dressed all pretty, combed my hair and showered and shit. I almost never do any of those things. She is that special to me. Anyways, Jimmy called us to go meet him, which we did. It was a beautiful weekend. Any excuse to go outside I generally took. Jimmy arrived, we crakced open wine and continued watching the game. Calgary got fucking put out that night. But that is alright Vancouver advanced last night. So we drank. Watched Southpark. Chuckled a hell of a lot. Smoked weed and cigarettes inside. It was gorgeous. We had the couch at a wrong angle and everything. I passed out before 2. I don't have as much energy as them late at night because my regular schedule is an early riser. I had to work the next day as well. Our store one the highest average sale increase in the district.
So our store was awarded stars. These stars represent money that you can spend on wine. So essentially I will be getting free wine. I got a lot of stars because they are divied up by how many hours you work and how much you sell. I top both those fields easy. Not even a contest. Plus selling to that wedding was a huge part of it. So I am getting some incredibly nice wine with it. Better then you guys have probably ever had. My Grandma is still gone. It is nice to relax and blast my music and nothing matters. Though I do miss her and also look forward to seeing her again. But alone time I do value. Not in insane amounts because I am a very social creature. But I do need it. But I use the park for that when my Grandma is here. Bring my MP3 player, and I am blasting my music. Fuck I miss Nicole a lot lately. It hasn't been that long. But it feels like it. I don't know when the last time I went ten days without talking to her if ever. But I don't want it happening to often that is for sure.
I got into a conversation with Lesley about cough and cold medicine yesterday. She had these pills with pseudo-effedrin and dextromorphine. Good guesses on my part. She was telling me how they affected her and I told her it probably had dextromorphine. She read that pack and surely enough it did. Then she told me her Mom told her it had the stuff in it used to make speed. I corrected that. Effedrin is what was used to make speed. It was used in truckers stay awake pills and yes cold and allergy medications. But they made it illegal in over the counter drugs. Now it is pseudo-effedrin. She told me she felt a little sick after I told her they cover the pills with a nauseant so that if you take to many you throw them up. But you can wash them in really warm water and get rid of it. But I don't know why that time when me and friends sat around and drank a bottle of cough syrup, why we didn't just get the pills. I wouldn't have to taste that awful fuck face taste. Tastes like a bag of assholes fermented in monkey excrement and pigeon vomit.
But because it is in pills we should have fun with it again sometime. Oh I forgot to mention the most fun part of Jimmy and Dave coming here. We got a whole huge pile of cocaine and some Belgian hookers. Who funnily enough, made mean belgian waffles. I thought that was funny. But anyways, we spent a large majority of our night snorting coke off of their tits and fucking them bareback. ("without a condom" if you want to be a dick about it). So that was fun times. Oh shit fuck. That is exactly everything I am not supposed to blog about. Ohhhh well. Anyways. I am going to wrap this up. Coffee and sunshine and cigarettes beckon me.
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