18 July 2006
So I have had some funny times in Wrigleyville/Chicago/IL/the world as I know it. Some have been funny ha-ha, others funny-strange. Recently especially, and I know I have effectively jinxed myself, but oh well, I'm sure that will just add more shenanigans to my life. So here we go. My job, well, my boss and I didn't(still may not) really get along, because he made me feel like an idiot, and didn't ever seem to pay me on time. That coupled with crazy commutes, made me start sending the old res' around for a new occupation. But now, I have a company Blackberry, laptop, and now he is joking with me and being cool. All this seemingly without any change from me. Now I may be speaking too soon, and he may go back to being the raging dickhead he was when I first started, but I think I am finally on his good side, because hey, who doesn't love me? :) Also, this past week, me and the girrly were walking down the street, skipping and singing, dropping daisies from our pockets(aka walking back from Walgreens with Milk, Drano, and mouthwash in the sweltering heat), and some crazy crackhead walking down the street with a backpack and no shirt gets like right in my face and stares at me. So naturally, I just get in his face and glare right back, and not move. He then bolts off around me, laughing and talking again. After we started walking again I thought for a moment, for those who have seen me in one of my "Destroy all humans" modes after drinking a fifth of Jack with a Jaegerbomb chaser, what I would have done in that situation if I had been knocking a few back. So then I was in the middle of that thought process, thinking what I would have used to cut up the body parts so Gil Grissom wouldn't be knocking on my door, and I stopped, and I was very proud of myself. Why you ask? Because of my behavior. I didn't decide to paint the street with this poor man's blood, yet I did not back down and showed no fear. I smiled internally, and I mentally put the bandsaw away. Hopefully the dude did get hit by a car later or something. This was a pleasant change for me. Maybe this means I am finally out of the stupid drunk stage I had run into so many times before. Or maybe I was just lucky that time. Just goes to show you, that sometimes chaos just happens right in front of you, like some type of controlled expolosion of the odd and uneasy. Its kind of like that feeling you get when you see a car accident. Its that worried about the people/scared just because/thankful its not you dropping feeling feeling in your stomach. And we need that from time to time, just to keep us honest. Well thats about it, time to get in the shower, and see what downtown wants to show me today. Maybe that lady singing about her drug habits in front of Wendy's, trying to sell free newspapers will be singing something different.