Monday, June 03, 2002
The rent, the rent, the rent is on fire. |5:41 AM|
I was at a party where the keg suffered a catastrophic failure. The stem actually came all the way out. I was worried that my tap had been damaged. Christ, "my tap", I don't even drink beer, yet I own a tap. The tap is apparently okay, and has been codenamed "Molly". Molly was a good girl, or another possible usage is "We're having a party, bring Molly"
Applying at Blockbuster is a pain in the ass, sort of. They make you type on this teeny-tiny keyboard, which requires a method of hunt-and-peck. However, I don't have to worry about the managers being able to read my handwriting. Unfortunately, I couldn't be very vague on a couple key points, which will probably flag me as "overqualified" and I'll probably never hear from Blockbuster again. I'm going to call some catering companies, since they work odd hours, and pay good money.
Common Cecil Comments:
On Drugs: 2 pills left. No cash. I'll be going crazy shortly
On Women: Ran into a total geek chick that was "Tired of scaring guys off with her intellect" and "Just wanted to get some". She was busily pursuing these 2 other guys at the party, however, so I was merely a source of good conversation. She also wanted to get a tattoo that "encircles [her] tits" with the fangs "right at the nipple". This woman had thick glasses, a long skirt, and in general looked the part of a geek chick. If I got a geek chick's shirt off and was presented with this snake tattoo, I would think I had won at life.
On travel: Going to Vegas soon. I don't exactly have a bank roll yet, so this may proof very unproductive.
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