What Happens When You Lose Your Balls
3-9-99 12:50 PM Tu
Only Tuesday. I went to the Chinese place. Lauren was there. I got sweet and sour pork. We talked about our weekends. She makes me wonder...We worked on the crossword together. The bell rang early. It was a rainy-day schedule, even though it wasn't raining anymore. I ignored the bell to stay working on the crossword puzzle with Lauren another few minutes. Yikes. I'm back in class now. The kids are watching a video about the Mayflower. I could use a nap or a cup of coffee. I can leave here in about an hour. Do my third-person page when I get home. Read Vivid Dreams. Ride my bike to night school. Pray for some help with Jim. Wonder if Shirelle will come tonight? She's tripping and whining and nagging about her birthday and planning a party. I suppose I should call back Glorious and see what she wanted. Maybe she'll pay me the three hundred bucks she owes me. What else? I have to take a leak. Life is such a burn. The sun is out now. Same cool breeze as yesterday. Senoritavilla is over on the basketball court with her savage fourth-graders. My class has lost all their balls, so their just running amok. There's a faculty meeting today. Ugh. My scar itches. I need to get that poster out of the trunk of the LeBaron before I go to work tonight. What else? I can hear the kids out the door cursing for the joy of it, the adult power of using inexplicably forbidden words. 3:55 5:40 PM The lawyer bitch who wants to buy our pad came by to let us know she would evict us. I'm so bummed and pissed. People with money can throw people with less money out on the street for profit. (323) 935-8604 Fuck this world. Whatever. So now I've got to find a new apartment. I hate myself for not having the wherewithal to buy the place myself. It wouldn't be so bad if it was just that I'm stupid; the really fucked up thing is that I'm too smart to be in this situation, but am because of my poor judgment. Fuck, who knows? What is my major malfunction? What's my character flaw? Is it alcohol? Am I too idealistic? I don't get it. I work hard. I help people. But that's not the path to success. Or would it be if I wasn't a drunk shit-head? Now I'm going to be forced into a decision with Shirelle. Godanm. I deserve all the bad that happens to me. I'm just a see-through, psychotic neurotic. Whatever. I know nothing.
Only Tuesday. I went to the Chinese place. Lauren was there. I got sweet and sour pork. We talked about our weekends. She makes me wonder...We worked on the crossword together. The bell rang early. It was a rainy-day schedule, even though it wasn't raining anymore. I ignored the bell to stay working on the crossword puzzle with Lauren another few minutes. Yikes. I'm back in class now. The kids are watching a video about the Mayflower. I could use a nap or a cup of coffee. I can leave here in about an hour. Do my third-person page when I get home. Read Vivid Dreams. Ride my bike to night school. Pray for some help with Jim. Wonder if Shirelle will come tonight? She's tripping and whining and nagging about her birthday and planning a party. I suppose I should call back Glorious and see what she wanted. Maybe she'll pay me the three hundred bucks she owes me. What else? I have to take a leak. Life is such a burn. The sun is out now. Same cool breeze as yesterday. Senoritavilla is over on the basketball court with her savage fourth-graders. My class has lost all their balls, so their just running amok. There's a faculty meeting today. Ugh. My scar itches. I need to get that poster out of the trunk of the LeBaron before I go to work tonight. What else? I can hear the kids out the door cursing for the joy of it, the adult power of using inexplicably forbidden words. 3:55 5:40 PM The lawyer bitch who wants to buy our pad came by to let us know she would evict us. I'm so bummed and pissed. People with money can throw people with less money out on the street for profit. (323) 935-8604 Fuck this world. Whatever. So now I've got to find a new apartment. I hate myself for not having the wherewithal to buy the place myself. It wouldn't be so bad if it was just that I'm stupid; the really fucked up thing is that I'm too smart to be in this situation, but am because of my poor judgment. Fuck, who knows? What is my major malfunction? What's my character flaw? Is it alcohol? Am I too idealistic? I don't get it. I work hard. I help people. But that's not the path to success. Or would it be if I wasn't a drunk shit-head? Now I'm going to be forced into a decision with Shirelle. Godanm. I deserve all the bad that happens to me. I'm just a see-through, psychotic neurotic. Whatever. I know nothing.
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