posted on March 31, 2004 @ 9:24 pm
there's a man who works at the garages whom i despise. he also lives in my apartment complex. this morning around 7:30 a.m. i was sitting in the parking lot airing up my tires when i saw him trotting toward the bus stop. i wanted to yell, "oh my god, you're late! i'm calling a supervisor because you're more than 15 seconds late!"
this man is a cunt if you're not on time. he has complained about me specifically to others. this man can eat me for all i care.
though i can't seem to find the high for today, yesterday's was 84. there's something strangely liberating about summer, even still without school. the garages' stagnant business ends by eight o'clock, yet i still get paid for eight hours. the heat allows me to lie around in the path of a fan, doing absolutely nothing, because < southern accent>woe betides and mercy me, this heat just makes me light-headed.< /southern accent>
my car must feel some resentment toward me during the summer. no matter the temperature, i always ride with my windows at least halfway down, ever since i had a panic attack in the passenger seat several years ago. it'd never happened, but cars make me extremely nervous if i'm not driving.
anyway, the air conditioning on my car has four settings. during the summer i'll have my windows down, 110 degree sun gaining strength as it dissolves through the windows and slowly cooks my legs through the jeans or burns my exposed arms, and the air conditioning will be on high. i won't be cool, but i won't be hot. it's a warmth i can just handle considering how hot it is just beyond travis's black body.
this afternoon i had the air on the second setting, and i was cool. i only saw one other car with a window down, as opposed to ten times that i've seen over the past weeks when everything's been californian.
i didn't go to bed this morning until 10 a.m. i've taken to playing my cd i made from songs off epitonic.com and playing sega. the night before last it was bram stoker's dracula, and last night/this morning it was ristar. ristar was a forerunner of sonic so i'm told, and i feel lame being able to identify noises and attack patterns similar or identical to those in sonic. like watching a door open on tv and thinking, that's the sound a door makes in doom.
anyway, i zone out and think of situations not unlike that detailed in this entry. as "superboy and supergirl" by tullycraft plays, i watch ristar swimming casually through the lost palace and kicking his feet nearly in time with the song, and i think, this would be cute in a music video. i got stuck on the first level in world six, planet automation or something, and really could have used some help from an experienced someone.
this morning as stephanie and i walked the mile and a half through the garage during the lot check, we spewed girlish antics about having "so many of his babies." finally i asked, "you know what they're doing right now?"
"huh."
"they're sleeping! and you know what they say when they're awake? 'yeah i know this chick. she's cool. we play nintendo.'"
needless to say, we continued our ridiculous-ness through almost the entire hike. we drove to another garage and looked completely professional to passersby as we rocked out to "electric avenue" in a truck their tax money purchased and laughed as stephanie repeated, "your mama doesn't love you."
this is rather unstructured. i have to do a lot check anyway.
"man i am so going so totally fast oh fuck!"
<3, chels.
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