November 2007
good friends and a good bullpen
i think i’m forgetting the most important things in life. reset.
happy endings
i have a really keen sense of hearing. i just wish i couldn’t hear enya’s “only time” blasting from the asian massage place behind my apartment.
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“she died in a car crash, the poor slut.”
– “david putty”
"in no way is my life depressing."
listen up, people in my life- 1.) it’d be really great if everyone could stop being so goddamned grumpy and serious and just chill. i don’t know what happened, or where everyone got the sticks up their asses, but people should probably remove them. 2.) i hate people who get something that you may have been a part of orchestrating and then disappear. one shouldn’t be any less...
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110
Susan: any musical requests today?
Scott: 50 cent.
Susan: no way.
Scott but it's black friday.
Susan: did you really just say that?!
a ticking time bomb
my contacts are cloudy, but i can still see that you’d be a bad idea. (but if you could then you know you would.)
leftovers already
THANKSGIVING WAS: three hour ride home early, heather passed out drunk in her day bed at 6pm monday, vicodin from my parents, sleeping 14 hours, because i said so, mt. airy casino and breaking even, sleeping another 12 hours, allentown, “should we go over? nah, i doubt he wants to see us while he’s trying to swindle people into buying a car.”, the worst pretzel/lemonade ever,...
frankie says relax
and then i get home and it’s so long to the clam up. i’m coming back tomorrow. let’s fix this before i end this.
tough calls
meghan: so i heard you had an experience with vicodin.
stepfather: oh god. i couldn't even see the remote or know what it was.
meghan: i've actually never messed with it. like, never had it prescribed or anything. i had percoset and that made me sick.
stepfather: you wouldn't be able to see straight.
mother: well...did you want a vicodin?
meghan: sure. i mean, i'm not going anywhere.
mother: then you'll have to eat. and you'll have to save the ambien for tomorrow.
meghan: yeah, that sucks, but i guess i can do that. i kind of feel like you're andy reid right now.
mother: this is kind of bad, isn't it?
meghan: could be worse.
mother: i guess i'll hide the bottle then.
think about it
you know all you gotta do is call. i mean, i’m not gonna wait around forever, but i have been known to hold my breath for long periods of time.
"everything's so funny right now!"
this weekend: “we created this monster!”, making yourself physically ill in under 60 seconds, places i would never go if you paid me, “should’ve been a geneticist so she would’ve known what that coupling would have created”, being so annoying, the dog whistle blows, interplanet janet, “well i might as well just wear my goddamn sweatpants, i’m not...
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support systems
Meghan: [He]'s having 8 kegs at his place but i dunno if i can do it. What're you up to?
Scott: Ehh I might take an ambien n call it a night. I've given up on tryn to find ass tonight.
Meghan: Well do you guys wanna go there?
Scott: 8 kegs huh? Someone should tell him that getting a lot of kegs doesn't add inches to ur dick. And that's it for me folks...
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friday shmiday
it’s not that i’m into fridays, because i’m not, but it takes a girl a bit to get ready when she’s got ulterior motives. let’s make plans before the last minute.
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“Tell her you want her to donate her body to science and you’re science!”
– 30 Rock
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seriously.
in the past two days, i’ve spent about twenty hours at urban outfitters. a foot rub would be nice. too bad pedicures tickle. also, they cost money - money that i have to save for drinking.
drinking or clothes.