Monday, June 13, 2005

 
I have felt pretty out of it the last couple of weeks. Trapped in my own headspace, I tend to act pretty grumpy towards people. I haven't had much patience, I'm sure that's purely because of selfish reasons, but I couldn't help it, bigger things on my mind and all that.

It was nice driving Gerry's car. I don't know if I'd normally jump at the chance to drive a car full of drunks downtown, but driving a car, any car, seemed incredibly appealing to me on Saturday night.

I drove 40 all the way down to Stage 9, which earned me the chiding of everyone in the car. As Gerry was exiting the car he popped in the Queers 'Don't Back Down' for my trip back across town. I used to think Brent Wadden was ridiculous for loving the Queers, I can't believe what an asshole I was. I owe him an apology.

I drove by CKDU to see if I could spot Tobias walking home, I couldn't. It would have been nice to have some company, but maybe he thinks the Queers suck or something.

Then you glued that tape inside of your ghetto blaster. Then you tied it to your handlebars. You swore it made you faster.

I'm tempted to write, 'tape's over, life is still shit', but that certainly isn't true.

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