Going out with Michael tonight. He didn't really tell me much about himself but I'm not too fussed if we don't get along, I think we've got some sort of electricity anyway. Some sort of fiery passion, ahem, yes that sounds weird but I can't think of any other way to put it. It'll be weird, I haven't been on an actual date, like to dinner and stuff for a long time. It's not something I do. I'm not acquainted with this whole dating thing. I prefer just to be going out whilst missing out the going out part. Makes no sense but it's true.
Something interesting happened to day, Ryan's ex-girlfriend called me today to ask what was going on with my brother and would he be interested in going to Canada with her. Asking why seemed to be out of the question as all she did was babble on. I really hate her. Her name is Jen and why she phoned me and not Ry, I have no idea. We've never seen eye to eye but for some reason she always thought we were best of mates. When Ry split up with her, though I had a major argument with her and threw her out of the house by her hair. It was such a relief to be able to let out all my frustration at her finally. I hear she had to get her teeth fixed because I chipped one, but anyway, that was two years ago. She calls now. Why? She wants to come shopping with me she says, she wants to buy me a puppy. She wouldn't dare. Or she'd better not. I told her to piss off and hung up on her. I think maybe she's made friends with cocaine or some other drug which makes you really hyper, I don't know. I told Ryan and the colour just drained out of his face. Jennifer, he says, was the one mistake he made in his entire life. She almost made us end up hating each other and that's quite a difficult thing to do for twins.
My friend Janet or Jay as I call her, came into work today. She had big news. She's pregnant. Not good. Not good at all. Spent a whole morning trying to console her whilst serving a whole load of big muscly unsympathetic construction workers. Tough, because I would have rather spent my time talking to the workers than Jay, even though I love her dearly. I just feel that this has been a long time coming, i mean she would sleep around without a condom. No glove, no love- she should stick to that. Or at least use some kind of contraception but no, the girl must have figured she was infertile or her sex ed teacher had been telling lies. I spent a while reasurring her and asking about what she was gonna do, trying to give impartial advice etc...I knew that I'd be cracking up if I were in her situation, I'd be so afraid that all of a sudden maybe I'd by ferrets and not wash like my own mother. God, please never may I turn into my mother...
So quite a fun filled day, huh. I'm tired. Very tired. Just wanna slow down and do nothing. I decided to write a bit today, a bit of creative stuff. I wrote some stupid poems about tissues and how they break easy when you wipe your nose on them and another about how great cookies are. Then I wrote a kids story about this dragon from Montauk, and how depressed he is because his teeth rotted away due to too much mountain dew drinkage. I depressed myself then played Skizzleball with Frank, which is stupid as all you do is hit a piece of scrunched up paper to each other. Then we played guess the beard, where you, guess the beard. You get some whipped cream, you know the kind in a can, and squirt it on your face in the shape of a celebrity beard and the other person has to guess who you are. It becomes very boring very quick, and so now I've ended up in this internet cafe with Frank peering over my shoulder like, whats this whats this whats this. I've never told anyone I know about this site, so I'd better stop writing now so no one ever finds out. Bye
