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I think it may be time to change names to protect the innocent.
I also think, I’ve stated once before that you can READ my journal and think you know me and what’s going on in my life, but really this is not a play by play, it’s a “highlights” or a “summary” perhaps and hardly enough to say give you a complete and accurate picture…. but well, let’s just skip over this dull part and go straight to me being an alcoholic and other juicy bits.
Well, I am not going to change names to protect the innocent, because well, though it irritates me to spend 30 minutes of an hour long phone call to my mother explaining that we GO to drink margaritas and eat mexican food at 4:30 to 5 pm, and end up sitting around for hours drinking water and sobering up until we decide to finally drive home at usually 10 o’clock, and that most of last weeks drinking and driving and near death experiences happened to a friend of mine who went out AFTER “cheese” to another bar on a date and that I wasn’t actually there at all. .. anyway, though it irritates me to have to explain it to her, it’s better than writing up the 5000 word biography of my life in minute detail (though some might argue I already do that) so that any Joe Shmoe can read and understand it clearly.
And now for something completely different…
The trip is over, thank you, God. It was just as long and dull as I had anticipated. The customers loved me so much they made me pose for group pictures with them afterwards. All in all, in was another lame ass woo session that worked out and probably is going to end up with me getting sent on more of these moronic assignments, and you can see I’m just thrilled. On the bright side, I almost managed to read Snow Crash again cover to cover. Love that book. In fact, when I get up from here, I think I’m gonna go take a hot bath and finish it.
In fact, that sounds ever so much better than sitting here recapping the moronic minutia of a business trip that really can be summed up with killer parking spot, crowded marta ride, cool flight, kick-ass hotel suite, cute shuttle driver, pseudo-serious customers, funny taxi driver, expensive airport food, lame flight, and long, sleepy marta ride. Oh, except maybe for the one interesting fact that they were testing the fire alarms at the office I had to visit. I walked in the front door.. it is 7:50 a.m. and there is nobody at the receptionist desk or in sight anywhere. I sit down, then 2 minutes later lights are flashing and alarms are going off… I thought I’d set off their burglar alarm. It was not the best way to start the morning.
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“Up until the age of 25, every man believes that he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world.” That is one of my favourite books of all time. :} I’m still working on Cryptonomicon because I’ve been so busy at work the past month I haven’t found time to read much.
We should all get together and throw an LJ party between those of us in the Charlotte (or relatively close) area and the Hotlanta crew we could have one helluva bash somewheres. We could also bitch about people misinterpretting our journals…that’s always fun. :}
I know what you mean about someone just reading snippits from your thoughts that get collected and thinking they know who you are as a person. Hell, 80% of my thoughts don’t even make ‘the cut’ into my journal for one reason or another (mostly because I don’t feel like typing out the events of each day). Hope this week is better than the last.
One more night in Hollywood,
BunnyBoy
Holder of Carrots, Pretender to the position of Court Jester, Æther Bunny
October 3, 2002 @ 6:23 am
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I am all for a LJ party… it’s just making the time.
And yeah, FINALLY finished reading Snow Crash thru last night. Getting so much read in my boredom in airports/on planes for two days was a stark contrast to how little I have time to read at home now. Makes me sad.
October 4, 2002 @ 5:19 am