last night i get in from vermont. sixteen hours up to st albans, sixteen back to DC with some of the cheapest fuck faces in the known universe.
the highlight of my trip was an austrailian guy who asked me if i was from texas. i was highly insulted for two reasons, first I ONLY HAVE A MILD SOUTHERN ACCENT AT BEST. i was not inbred (although i once attended a marriage between a sister and brother, he had gotten her pregnant and was "doing right by her"). second, i hate texas and texans with a burning passion (succeed already cow fuckers). he was very determined to insist i was from texas and marveled at my accent. I HATED HIM, and he did not even leave a tip after bothering me for like ten minutes to say different words.
another interesting part was a black guy who apparently fell in love with me. he annoyed me for sixteen hours, and then insisted that i give him my phone number (301-867-5309). i never had a man ask for my number. he offered to put me up in LA and introduce me to comedians that he worked with out there (apparently this guy was a comedian, he was pretty drunk so i had a hard time knowing what to make of him.) whoever has the number i gave him sure will be lucky to get that call
then i get home and:
the brakes have gone completely on the car.
the dogs have shit in nearly every room of the house
the electricity is about to be cut off cause i have no money left after getting parts for the brakes.
and i have a giant zit on my neck.
thank god for drugs.
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