2001:November:20
2001
Before I got interrupted at work (by my boss of all people) and had to do work, I had a bunch of essays from thursday night that I was gonna share. I wasn't just going to share that I'm a paranoid freak who feels very "err on the side of caution" vibes from people to an astonishing degree... but I was also going to tell about the fashion show and the portuguese song.
I sort of want to preen at myself in the mirror and get stoned and listened to my favorite music before people come, so I'll just tell you about the portuguese song.
Once I worked ina photo lab for college breaks. THE most successful photolab in Atlanta - one hour (oh yeah, we can do it in thirty minutes, and the quaility of people who use those machines would make you never use them). ... This was the same place where tim the transvestive was and Carl and the nice black guy named Craig. It was GREAT. We had a philosopher bitter, handsome burnout as a manager and great people to work with. Our boss, Max, really was an amazing guy (and I only understand that now that I'm near his age). We were a funny collection of employees, and I missed him when he freaked out and quit (in a non-dramatic way).
anyway, this story is about this guy named Tony who was the coolest italian guy in the world. Anyway, jill is here, and I'm back to it. Mark is back from gregs house. Anyway, i was just telling about hey whatsa matter you, why you looking so sad, itsa not so bad. Itsa not so bad.
So this is short.
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