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Work was ridiculous. Ri-fucking-donkulous, even! Think about it. I work at a costume shop right before the Hallowe'en weekend! I saw more bizarre behaviours today than I've seen in a year. The store is rather small, and for a three- or four-hour period, it averaged around 50-70 customers at any given time.
Today I experienced/witnessed:
- Wanton displays of selfish behaviour
- Intentional mangling and trashing of merchandise
- Shoplifting
- a very clumsy Scotsman trying to crack a bullwhip in a VERY crowded store
- a girl vomiting
I was so toast when I left that I had difficulties thinking/moving. I stopped by a liquor store to purchase a much-needed bevy of STRONGNOB (I've got half of one in my system now, so if my typing atrophies, please excuse me). I went to tie my bike up outside the shop, and only when a confused looking man tapped on the window did I realize I'd tied my bike up immediately in front of the exit door. That is so sad....
Then, when I purchased my STRONGNOB, I shoved one off the counter, bouncing it off the floor. The can didn't burst, but it did get bigger. Uh oh.
When I got home, I ordered pizza. Naked, bruised women decorated my office floor, because it's costume night at a fet show.
I got myself knackered.
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schwartzung showed up, and the next thing I knew, I was on my way to the Circus Room to attend a metal night. At very little provocation, I started dancing like mad. I can't even remember the band's name. Flatwater? Flatliners? Stillwater? Something like that. Anywho, I ended up on stage with them, dancing like a maniac. I met a guy named Derick, and we hung out for a while. Then, the next thing you know, I think I've been potentially signed to do fire dance at that club. Wha? Ok. I can live with that.
We invade Derick's place, and then toschwartzung's where we end up listening to more metal and conversing in an intoxicated fashion about everything from Joan Jett to Eskimo throat singing. Finally, my brain gets too confused, and both guys escort my wobbly-walking self back home where we hang out a bit more, drinking STRONGNOB and giggling like teenagers sneaking their parents' stash.
So that's why I'm still up from the day before at 6:30 in the morning.
I'd best catch some sleep, now. I still have to go to Toronto to see a show and do a band practice. Good-bye. MWAH!
Today I experienced/witnessed:
- Wanton displays of selfish behaviour
- Intentional mangling and trashing of merchandise
- Shoplifting
- a very clumsy Scotsman trying to crack a bullwhip in a VERY crowded store
- a girl vomiting
I was so toast when I left that I had difficulties thinking/moving. I stopped by a liquor store to purchase a much-needed bevy of STRONGNOB (I've got half of one in my system now, so if my typing atrophies, please excuse me). I went to tie my bike up outside the shop, and only when a confused looking man tapped on the window did I realize I'd tied my bike up immediately in front of the exit door. That is so sad....
Then, when I purchased my STRONGNOB, I shoved one off the counter, bouncing it off the floor. The can didn't burst, but it did get bigger. Uh oh.
When I got home, I ordered pizza. Naked, bruised women decorated my office floor, because it's costume night at a fet show.
I got myself knackered.
schwartzung showed up, and the next thing I knew, I was on my way to the Circus Room to attend a metal night. At very little provocation, I started dancing like mad. I can't even remember the band's name. Flatwater? Flatliners? Stillwater? Something like that. Anywho, I ended up on stage with them, dancing like a maniac. I met a guy named Derick, and we hung out for a while. Then, the next thing you know, I think I've been potentially signed to do fire dance at that club. Wha? Ok. I can live with that.We invade Derick's place, and then to
schwartzung's where we end up listening to more metal and conversing in an intoxicated fashion about everything from Joan Jett to Eskimo throat singing. Finally, my brain gets too confused, and both guys escort my wobbly-walking self back home where we hang out a bit more, drinking STRONGNOB and giggling like teenagers sneaking their parents' stash.So that's why I'm still up from the day before at 6:30 in the morning.
I'd best catch some sleep, now. I still have to go to Toronto to see a show and do a band practice. Good-bye. MWAH!
