Wednesday after working I drove to San Francisco, except that I got excessively tired around Modesto and had to get a $39 hotel room overlooking the Denny's. I was hungry. I went to two restaurants that had lights on but doors shut. They didn't want anything to do with me.
The next morning I drove the rest of the way here. I ran out of gas so had to get some in Oakland. Everyone here talks or sings to themselves while just out doing things. So the first few times at the gas station i heard human noise, I thought they were talking to me but they were just singing. You know, with their car bouncing, stuffing money into their bras, and on the warpath ready to kill anybody at any time. So i got the hell out of there and drove to the sample sale. I wasn't really paying attention leaving the gas station adn i ran over what I thought was a piece of white poster board. BUT, it was actually a foam cooler. I looked up more and saw this group of tough black dudes getting out of their truck to get the cooler that had just fallen out. Too bad I ran it over and then started ramming on the gas to get over it cause it was stuck big time under my car. Then i heard apples getting crushed. I think there were chips under there too but once i saw them slamming the door to their VE-HICLE, i knew there was trouble.. so i reversed it and delodged it and sped off.. Then i got lost again and had to do a loop and eventually drove by the foam shrapnel that once was a cooler. It reminded me of 5 minutes before when I had ruined their lunch.
Then I drove to the sale and the gate was locked so I had to call and have somebody let me in. Turns out that the file that they had sent that said "VERY IMPORTANT" and "MUST READ" 1,000,000 times on it didn't actually have the right address on it. so i set up everything and then went and sat in grass and typed on my computer. An old lady walked by and said "DANG I DIDNT KNOW WE GOT INTERNET AROUND HERE." so i said "WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I AM ON THE INTERNET" and she said "YOU LOOK LIKE THE TYPE"
I went back at 5 and put tags on everything. ANNE GOT THERE at like 5:30 and we had fun. I saw her from a distance. She had vultures circling over her head. j/j
Our favorite people were definately crazy russian, hair dresser, shawny, pregnant, and the people serving midori's. crazy russian tried on pants backwards and only had 20 in cash for a 40 dollar item. SHE LOVES GREEN AND WHITE and isn't afriad to tell you that over and over and over and over and over. she was gone for a while and then came back. she is sending me a check for the other 20. she gave me her id to write down so i handed it to anne and i think she looked at it for 2 seconds. then i wrote down my address for russian to send me the check. Russian asked if i wrote down her address and i said yes even though i ddint' . I pretended anne did.
A girl bought a black jacket from me. Anne hired her as her full time hair cutter. she charges 20 and comes to your house. she suggested cuttting it shorter in the back and leaving longer on the sides. i think that is a bad idea.
we came back here and I was going to show her some jokes but she got tired cause she took a tylenol pm right after she dropped a glass can of crushed tomato and olive mix on her 2121-esque floor. there is a white baby grand piano across the room from the computer i am seated on. i told anne to exit-out when she was leaving and explained that significance (see link). I have to go pick up some cash now and then drive. send your fan mail to the regular address.
The next morning I drove the rest of the way here. I ran out of gas so had to get some in Oakland. Everyone here talks or sings to themselves while just out doing things. So the first few times at the gas station i heard human noise, I thought they were talking to me but they were just singing. You know, with their car bouncing, stuffing money into their bras, and on the warpath ready to kill anybody at any time. So i got the hell out of there and drove to the sample sale. I wasn't really paying attention leaving the gas station adn i ran over what I thought was a piece of white poster board. BUT, it was actually a foam cooler. I looked up more and saw this group of tough black dudes getting out of their truck to get the cooler that had just fallen out. Too bad I ran it over and then started ramming on the gas to get over it cause it was stuck big time under my car. Then i heard apples getting crushed. I think there were chips under there too but once i saw them slamming the door to their VE-HICLE, i knew there was trouble.. so i reversed it and delodged it and sped off.. Then i got lost again and had to do a loop and eventually drove by the foam shrapnel that once was a cooler. It reminded me of 5 minutes before when I had ruined their lunch.
Then I drove to the sale and the gate was locked so I had to call and have somebody let me in. Turns out that the file that they had sent that said "VERY IMPORTANT" and "MUST READ" 1,000,000 times on it didn't actually have the right address on it. so i set up everything and then went and sat in grass and typed on my computer. An old lady walked by and said "DANG I DIDNT KNOW WE GOT INTERNET AROUND HERE." so i said "WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I AM ON THE INTERNET" and she said "YOU LOOK LIKE THE TYPE"
I went back at 5 and put tags on everything. ANNE GOT THERE at like 5:30 and we had fun. I saw her from a distance. She had vultures circling over her head. j/j
Our favorite people were definately crazy russian, hair dresser, shawny, pregnant, and the people serving midori's. crazy russian tried on pants backwards and only had 20 in cash for a 40 dollar item. SHE LOVES GREEN AND WHITE and isn't afriad to tell you that over and over and over and over and over. she was gone for a while and then came back. she is sending me a check for the other 20. she gave me her id to write down so i handed it to anne and i think she looked at it for 2 seconds. then i wrote down my address for russian to send me the check. Russian asked if i wrote down her address and i said yes even though i ddint' . I pretended anne did.
A girl bought a black jacket from me. Anne hired her as her full time hair cutter. she charges 20 and comes to your house. she suggested cuttting it shorter in the back and leaving longer on the sides. i think that is a bad idea.
we came back here and I was going to show her some jokes but she got tired cause she took a tylenol pm right after she dropped a glass can of crushed tomato and olive mix on her 2121-esque floor. there is a white baby grand piano across the room from the computer i am seated on. i told anne to exit-out when she was leaving and explained that significance (see link). I have to go pick up some cash now and then drive. send your fan mail to the regular address.
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