It was a good weekend, but very busy. Anthony was out of town at a wedding during its entirety, which made me sad. Yesterday, though, we saw Alice in Wonderland: 3D. Yes, I'm late, I know, but fuck it. I thought it was a rather dull and overall bad movie. I've never read the book(s), but I found the plot to be horrible and oversimplified. Everything was too easy for Alice. After the film, we went bowling! That was pretty cool.
Then we drove to some backwoods gas station to buy scratch-off lotto tickets. Anthony says it's the luckiest place ever and he always wins when he gets them there. So we go out of our way to snag some tix, and as it turns out, the place was closed. There was no sign stating their hours, so I assume they just close whenever they feel like it. It is in the country, after all, still, I was a trifle miffed.
After that, we drove downtown to get a sandwich at Pickleman's. Mine was pretty good, though I did feel sort of like a traitor, eating a competitor's sandwich and all. But then I remembered that I have no loyalty to Subway and ate the bbq chicken sub with a smile. Their prices are steep compared to ours though. But Anthony paid, so it's all good.
As we were leaving the establishment, and walking down the street back to my apartment, this guy runs out of nowhere, punches another dude in the face, and runs off. This vigilante in front of us was having none of that. He threw his sandwich onto the ground (he went to the same place we did) and yelled "Yo! You stop! You hit that guy in the fucking nose, stop!" He chased the kid down, grabbed him and threw him against the wall. "I'm calling the police!" he announced to the guys. Anthony and I were just standing across the street, jaws dropped, staring. It was a wonderful show.
This hero pinned the puncher against the wall with his hip and whipped his phone out. He called Anthony over for back-up. He went. I didn't want him to. It was a big mess, the guy was pouring blood all over himself and the sidewalk- it was a massacre. It turns out the two were friends. Apparently the punched had had sex with the puncher's cousin and he didn't like that. Or something. The hero called the cops, but the "friends" got away. Anthony was cool while defusing it. That was down the street from my apartment. Pretty cool.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Carcinogen Shame
Today I covered a 5-midnight shift for a coworker. As it turned out, I was too tired, having worked long shifts for the past couple of days, so I made a deal with someone else to cover me. Megan, my friend, was supposed to get off at 10, but switched with me and left at midnight instead. As a token of my appreciation, I offered to go pick her up some cigarettes, since I knew she'd been craving them and begging people to get her some.
Around 1o i hit up the gas station. As it turned out, I super embarrassed to be seen buying cigarettes. I didn't anyone I knew to stumble upon me buying this atrocious thing. Not only did I buy them, but then I had to bring them into the store too. I knew all the customers were staring at me in shocked disgust. I was going to stash them in my back pocket so no one would see, but I was afraid she wouldn't want my butt cigarettes.
I've never liked cigarettes, but I was surprised by the shame I felt, even when they weren't mine. Anthony smokes, and he knows I find it disgusting. It's the smell I don't like, gross. He even Fabreezes himself off when he goes home so his mom won't know he smokes. I told him that he's 24 and worried about his mother finding out he smokes? "You're a pussy," I said. He said he's kind because his mom's dad died of lung cancer, so he's saving her the pain of knowing he smokes. I told him that was pathetic reasoning and that he lacks balls. We're at a standstill on that one.
But kissing him isn't like kidding an ashtray. If he's just taken a drag, though, it's gross. I don't think I get embarrassed when he smokes, though, I just feel sadness. I guess people can think whatever they want of him, just don't think I'm a smoke breather.
I also learned that they can't put "light" on cigarettes anymore because apparently it makes people think they're healthier than normal cigs. That's ridiculous.
Around 1o i hit up the gas station. As it turned out, I super embarrassed to be seen buying cigarettes. I didn't anyone I knew to stumble upon me buying this atrocious thing. Not only did I buy them, but then I had to bring them into the store too. I knew all the customers were staring at me in shocked disgust. I was going to stash them in my back pocket so no one would see, but I was afraid she wouldn't want my butt cigarettes.
I've never liked cigarettes, but I was surprised by the shame I felt, even when they weren't mine. Anthony smokes, and he knows I find it disgusting. It's the smell I don't like, gross. He even Fabreezes himself off when he goes home so his mom won't know he smokes. I told him that he's 24 and worried about his mother finding out he smokes? "You're a pussy," I said. He said he's kind because his mom's dad died of lung cancer, so he's saving her the pain of knowing he smokes. I told him that was pathetic reasoning and that he lacks balls. We're at a standstill on that one.
But kissing him isn't like kidding an ashtray. If he's just taken a drag, though, it's gross. I don't think I get embarrassed when he smokes, though, I just feel sadness. I guess people can think whatever they want of him, just don't think I'm a smoke breather.
I also learned that they can't put "light" on cigarettes anymore because apparently it makes people think they're healthier than normal cigs. That's ridiculous.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Stop with the sex
My neighbors have been having loud sex for the past 30 minutes. Their bed is right behind my head, and its post keeps hitting the wall behind me. She's a screamer. I can't take it. It's disturbing me and driving me crazy. It's filling me with anger.
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