Archive for April, 2008

This Entry Shall Have No Title

Friday, April 25, 2008

So besides the fact that some discombobulated 87 year old man drove his car into the store where I work, life hasn’t been too exciting.

Actually, it has reached such a monotony that it’s pretty safe to assume all I will talk about in this entry are the ever-present circumstances that bother me anyway. Use your imagination to insert all that crap between here and the next paragraph.

Although something funny happened just now. I heard my dad slide his chair back at the dinner table and quickly head into the basement, and then Joey followed suit, yelling “Daddy, no!”. Looks like Joey is about to have his paused FIFA game ruined. Haha. Haha.

Might as well share something amazing I did a while back in an effort to nostalgically brighten my mood. I was eating chips and salsa, which is something I do frequently, because I love chips and salsa, and for some reason I guess I forgot to close my mouth or whatever, because the chip fell right back out onto my leg. Please tell me that’s happened to you. Anyway, I picked up the chip and I laughed at how hilarious that would have been if someone saw it happen, and while I was laughing I dropped the chip AGAIN (I know) onto the floor. So I proceeded to snicker at myself and leaned over off the chair all awkward to pick it up again (but not to eat) and somehow I misjudged my distancewithout any excuse, I STEPPED ON THE CHIP, crushing it to pieces. Like a fucking dinosaur. It was so discouraging. I reported this incident to Joey as soon as I could compose myself and he just called me retarded.

Other than that, I haven’t drawn anything, and I’m halfway or so through another writing that I will inevitably scrap, all because I can’t find a good synonym for the word “circus.”

My Relationship with Thursdays

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Quick note: This was actually written on 4/10/08 (on a Thursday) but since I wasn’t paying attention to the new posting layout, I saved it as a draft instead of actually publishing it. If there’s a way to edit time stamps and I figure it out, I’ll fix this chaos.

I was born on a Thursday. Thursday, July 20th, 1989. It was a rainy day, much like today.

Thursdays always suck for me somehow. I couldn’t tell you why, but I can tell you I have thought to myself “Today is shit. What day is it, anyway? Thursday? Why do I always have my bad days on a Thursday?” more than…five times.

And you know, I’m just really exhausted so I’ll copy and paste from an AIM conversation where I already explained why my day sucked.

“Why did I get my ass kicked? Or why did today suck? I got my ass kicked because I didn’t recover after a crescent kick and the person I was sparring punched me in the stomach really really hard. Today sucked in general because I had to work from 9 to 5, which instantly makes it a suck day because I had to wake up early. And once I got there, I got crap from a few coworkers and it just felt like nothing was going right. And then a box of baby toys fell on my head and I nearly fell off the ladder in the back. Which would have been hilarious to anyone watching.”

Thus…I am in pain on a Thursday again. Maybe I should start wishing for dollars every time I have a bad day on a Thursday. If I had a dollar for every time my day sucked on a Thursday, I’d have…over five dollars, that’s for god damn sure.