Strange Encounters of the Ridiculous Kind


04-19-04

~When I call you're always disconnected~

Today is a rare sort of day. It's my day off and Ryan has to work. So I've had all kinds of time to get things done. Had several appointments including an eye exam and the official drop off date for the hellbeast. She's all alone up at the body shop. Here I am, a backstabbing traitor with my teensy tiny toyota echo rental car. I'm such a horrible owner. Ya. The claim was made. Photos taken from the scene of the crime. Approximate cost to repair: two dents and some serious scratches...$1455.01 thankfully out of someone else's pocket. Rather than popping the dents and fixing her up that way, they're actually replacing the doors all together. I was a good owner though. I completely cleaned it out and gave my poor beat up neon a bath. It was overdue. When you've got 2 smokers in the car at almost all times...It gets pretty nasty. So I ran my errands. Went over to DOC and had my exam. Ugh my eyes are so bad. And I got a little crazy with their sale. 2 pairs of frames for $99 and the third for $25. Needless to say, I have 2 new pair of prescription glasses AND a pair of prescription sunglasses. I was feeling a little less than satisfied with the fact that I dropped over $200 total after the cost of the exam etc. Until I got home and found my $50 rebate for Ryan's cell phone. Plus I remembered that I get paid 3 times this month! Dropped off the hellbeast and got my rental. Not really happy with that one but I'll only have it for a week. AM/FM radio for a week. Er. Whatever. It works. And the left turn signal doesn't blink at the speed of light. Sorry beast. *sigh* So I headed back to the mall to pick up my glasses. Walk in the door and there's my favorite X-boyfriend Kyle. Still don't understand why that situation is so unfriendly. In fact, it's quite unpleasant. But...what can you do? Got all 3 pair of glasses adjusted by Scott. It's too bad Jeff wasn't working. I think they're paid on commision. Anyhow, I walked out of DOC and ran into another old pal. DJ, my former partner in crime from Journey's. He was lunching at Subway so I stopped to talk to him and his new facial hair. It was rather strange. When I walked up he said, "It's really weird that I ran into you today. I had the strangest dream about you the other day." And we talked for a minute about how that always seems to happen. You don't see someone for a long time and then think about them or have a dream about them out of nowhere and then randomly bump into them. Then he says, "hey did you see Kyle out in the hallway?" HA! So I informed him that we still aren't really speaking to each other. Happy to hear DJ's still with his girlfriend after an 8 month dance gig on a cruise ship. That boy has THE most kick ass luck. He's still talking about pimping out his Sunfire. Working at AE again. Same ol' same ol'. Shit just doesn't change around here. I swear, talking to old friends is worse than reading a celebrity gossip soaked rag from the grocery line. It's work, drama, who's got the biggest toys, and the future they're planning that never seems to end up the way they hoped. It's the same anywhere you go so don't think I'm complaining. Just stating the obvious as I always seem to do. Typical banter. Moving on.

~There's nothing new to talk about~

Although things don't really change, they can be pretty entertaining at times. Saturday night, I left Ryan at his place because he had to work in the morning and I didn't want to get up so early. I came home around 2:30ish, made myself a snack, ate and laid down to nod off while watching some weird ass show on Sci-fi. I had just fallen asleep when the cell rings at 4:30am. Woke me out of a dead sleep. Totally f'd up my REM cycle. So I jerk out of it and climb out of my nice warm bed to be greeted by my future roommate's drunken slur. He was trying to reach Ryan whose cell battery had died earlier. I told him the unfortunate news and that he was stuck talking to me instead. So he explains the situation. He went to some local show and caught a ride to someones apartment downtown where he then decided to get shitfaced. His ride copped out on him and so he was trotting home on foot through the ghetto. Now, I know Pat. When he gets drunk, he gets loud and sloppy. I could picture it. Here he is stumbling down Market street where most people are sleeping or attempting it at least. He's on the phone with me so I could hear just how loud he was. Talking to a brick wall, literally. Laughing about how shitty his luck was and I'm still not sure whether he was asking me or asking himself why he's such an alcoholic. While he was doing this, I was pulling on my jeans and sweatshirt so I could go pluck his ass off the dirty streets. I was half way there before he realized I was on my way. So silly. Ya, so I drove him the other 6 to 8 miles home. Driving down some side street close to his mom's, some guy outside yells, "wooo!" as we drove past. Pat's window was down and so he sticks his head out and yells back then says to me, "no wait, go back, I'm gonna beat that guys ass." He was joking. He said, "hahaha I'm kidding. I couldn't beat anybody's ass. I'm such a fucking drunken loser. Why beer?! WHY?!" Hilarious. So he thanked me when he got out of the car and told me that he owes me one. Honestly, I didn't mind so much. That's ultimately why I leave my phone on all night. Emergency purposes. Although, I think that's the first time it's actually been used for that. And I didn't have to work the next day. So it didn't bother me at all. It was funny. But the story isn't over yet. I turned around and headed back the way I came. Down the same side street I'd taken before. Windows down and I hear the guy yell, "wooo!" again right and I can hear people laughing. Well this time, there was someone standing on the side of the road. With my poor eyesight, I couldn't really see him until my lights got right up close. I had to do a double take it was so ridiculous. Yep. That was a butt naked man standing in the road with nothing but an accoustic guitar which didn't cover much. Needless to say, I laughed my ass off the entire way home.

~The blacks of my eyes are turning into opals~

Recap: Eye exam = glaucoma check = nasty eyedrops = watery eyes all day. Down $200 and up $50 with my verizon rebate. 3 pair of glasses = too many to choose from. Car's in the shoppy. Got a rental the size of a clown mobile with no cassette or cd player. Limited Lima radio selection for a whole week! BAH! Ran into Kyle. Ran into DJ. Things never change. Drove around and looked at apartments. Remembered Saturday nights festivities which were...festive. Picked my potential roommates drunk ass up from the hard streets of Lima and saw some guy that I don't even know standing naked in the middle of the road. Work's okay. Meeting in Toledo tomorrow. Gonna finish this up and go get some food. Watch some tv maybe or clean. Wait for Ryan to get out of work. That's all folks.

~My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger. Ya my pen is a pistola!~

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