Working the closing shift. That's my big Friday night.
TGIF is not in my vocabulary. Same shit, different day.
The only time I care about it being Friday, is if it's the Friday I get my paycheck. Otherwise, "shame shit, different day."
Shame shit, I know that condition all too well.
I've got a bunch of SVU loaded up, got some good books, girlfriend is asleep and not bothering me. This is like my favorite thing. I really need to stop stealing her roommate's booze though. She has to notice. But my body is physically compelled and morally opposed to people leaving half empty bottles of booze in their house. You guys know that shit goes bad, right?
You're doing her a favor. She should thank you.
I'm...it's complicated. What I should be doing atm is sleeping or revising or reading. I want to be seeing my someone. But they want nothing to do with me. Never mind. I'm saying dumb crap. TGIF is an american abomination. I fucking hate Fridays. Thursdays however, are awesome, because I get to hang with seniors and make subtle passes and after school I draw for two hours, ^^
Cheers for the Emotionally Incapacitated crowd!
I mean, drinking alone only sounds bad if you read it in a pamphlet. In life and in practice, it's not so bad...
Drinking alone is the same in public or in private, although I do always pine for someone to drink with.
Anyways, who says I am not doing "anything" I'm being productive right now, your use of the word anything implies a lot of connotations that I don't think are well thought out. Not that I don't hear other people say this sort of thing, as if I should be at a party or a bar or trying to get laid, fair enough, these are all great things, I do not intend to hate.
But I have work to do, the fact that it is Friday doesn't change that, I could be dead tomorrow no matter what arbitrary labels are placed on that 24 hour period, and if that happens at least I can have a more polished version of Southern Nights to show for my time here.
I went for the "doing things for saps" option, I'm a total hipster douche and there is nothing to be done about that It's a terminal case.
I am home alone. I could drink, pop some pills, get high and listen to the music as loud as I want. Well except I gave that shit up seven years ago (all of it but the music, not the music) for mine and everyone elses sanity. So I will listen to relatively loud music, raise my glass of Mountain Dew, toke my Marlboro reds and work on my story. Fucken Cheers!
Working/worked all the way through Friday night. Lame I know. They do pay me more for doing nights though. Also I get to spend some time posting here when it calms down.
Saturday night is worse for me this week. I am having to miss my friends Halloween party. Tried to get a shift swap but no such luck. Ah well.
I'm retired, sort of, so every day is Friday night, even at 8 in the morning. For me, happy birthday comes once a month. I own properties and the rent checks arrive around the first. I guess some of them think my birthday is on the fourth, but that is okay. Nobody has missed one altogether in the 4 + years I have been doing this instead of working for a living. And, being a landlord to mostly students at the University of the Arts in Philly has given me some great stories to tell.
Sometimes, I think I am their surrogate father and it is a role for which I am well suited. One of the students had a crisis of belief in her abilities after almost four years studying cabinet making. The crisis was resolved. Now, you have to pay almost $100,000 for a dining room set designed and made by her. She travels to S. America and Africa to choose exotic hardwoods for her projects and she is still not yet 25.
I couldn't afford one of her footstools! Just think, she added hand carved crown molding to her (MY) studio just for the practice when she was my tenant. The school made it a project for her and paid for all the materials.
Tonight, my wife and I are going to celebrate the fact that it is Saturday. Why not? We now live in a vacation paradise where I go to sleep to the suscerations of the sea. I live in hope that it will remain a constant 300 feet from my front door.