breaking hearts has never looked so cool [ 21.05.04 - 11:06 she had a weakness for writers & i was ne'er that good at the words, anyway ] another day, another pointless, self-deprecating journal entry. my self-esteem seems to be at an all-time low, a record achieved at least partially thanks to a comment made tuesday at bingo from a dick named dustin who referred to me as 'gross', sending me from the bar & crying into the downtown streets. i don't think i've felt that bad since high school. then again, i haven't encountered such callous & immature behavior since high school, either. on the bright side, i had a hot date with jaime beforehand & in spite of what she might say, we totally made out. we ate at boston pizza, instead of chinatown, as we had originally planned. chinatown was far & you can smoke at boston pizza - the decision was quite simple. we chit-chatted & gossiped, as we are wont to do every time we're in each other's company & it was so nice to see her again. i (along with everyone else) <3 that girl. i also met james that evening, & he seems to be convinced that i hate him (i don't). i left before the first game was even half-over to go home & get inebriated with calvin. wednesday, i skipped work (oops) due to a crippling hangover. instead of working, i lounged on the couch all day, wrote a new song with kevin (a new awesome song, at that- folky & pretty) & once i recovered from my stomach pains & throbbing head, i met with zack, an old friend from bonnyville. i hadn't spoken to him in three or four years, thanks to a romantic falling-out. it was weird seeing him again & not necessarily in a good way. we didn't have much to talk about, except people i haven't seen or thought about in years. the best part of the whole thing was that i took my bike out for the first time this season. i felt antique. on my way home, i picked up a bottle of appletons rum, exploiting calvin's employee discount. i toted it home in a plastic bag hanging from my left handlebar, along with a bottle of coke, teetering precariously down the steep inclination by my house, sure i would go careening into traffic at any moment. i made it home alive, if not aching on the inside due to the screaming my brakes were emitting the whole way down. calvin came home & we drank our asses off. we were both swaying in drunken bliss as we played nba street 2. every victory was rubbed in the loser's face, every loss would lead to punishment by fingers gouged into ribs. we also had a drunken discussion, regarding calvin's stress, regarding fiscal matters & his indecision as to whether he ought to pursue his career as a rockstar or give up and becoming a working schmuck. i offered my assistance in loaning him the money to pay off the utility companies but apparently, he's too proud to accept my offer. i was filled with frustration when i went to bed, wanting to strangle him & force him to take me up on my offer. thursday, i (surprisingly) did nothing much. i got paid, gave most of it away for rent, & made my appointment for my tattoo. in the evening, i got gussied up for a date with phil. originally we planned to do italian, but when i got into the car, i suggested we go to dadeo's instead & man, it was a good choice. we stuffed ourselves, starting with crabcakes, working our way almost painfully through entrees of fried chicken & blackened chicken po'boys with sweet potato fries, & topping it all off with coffee & ice cream. it was wonderful & absolutely delicious. & that brings us up to today, where i am at work, praying that the day's pace picks up to a normal speed, because it's flowing like molasses thus far, & i'm going insane. boredboredbored... [ previous entry - next entry ]

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