Fucking Punk Rock Soccer Boozefest, Asshole

So I had to get up at five this morning so I could be in work by seven. I went to see the Slackers last night at the El n Gee, but I left after the Bloodshot Hooligans so I could get to bed early. Of course I didn't get to bed until after one, but that would leave almost four hours, right?

Wrong. Xteen wakes me up at two, terrified of "the man on the fire escape". As long as we've lived together, she's been afraid of the fucking fire escape and "the man", who wants to break in to the apartment and harm us somehow. Like there's a shadowy group of ninja assassins pledged to kill retail workers. Like we have a goddamn thing worth stealing in this place.

So, she's freaking out about this fucking imaginary man on the fire escape, and I'm gettin really irritated, until this imaginary man starts breaking glass bottles and climbing to the third floor. What the fuck?! Cops start shining lights in the windows and yelling at the imaginary drunk. They call for the Fire department who show up, sirens and lights and shit. They take an hour to haul his drunk imaginary ass down and I'm back asleep by 3:30. So, um, fucking hell.


The Boogie Man
2002-12-07 \| 9:46 p.m.
So I had to get up at five this morning so I could be in work by seven. I went to see the Slackers last night at the El n Gee, but I left after the Bloodshot Hooligans so I could get to bed early. Of course I didn't get to bed until after one, but that would leave almost four hours, right? Wrong. Xteen wakes me up at two, terrified of "the man on the fire escape". As long as we've lived together, she's been afraid of the fucking fire escape and "the man", who wants to break in to the apartment and harm us somehow. Like there's a shadowy group of ninja assassins pledged to kill retail workers. Like we have a goddamn thing worth stealing in this place. So, she's freaking out about this fucking imaginary man on the fire escape, and I'm gettin really irritated, until this imaginary man starts breaking glass bottles and climbing to the third floor. What the fuck?! Cops start shining lights in the windows and yelling at the imaginary drunk. They call for the Fire department who show up, sirens and lights and shit. They take an hour to haul his drunk imaginary ass down and I'm back asleep by 3:30. So, um, fucking hell. PREVIOUS \| NEXT Damn it! - 2004-10-12 Strider Pineo - 2003-07-04 An open appology to the Dickless Fuck Midget - 2003-05-16 Googled Again - 2003-04-04 - - 2003-03-30 What's that fucking kitten doing now? - Watching the fire escape What is that crazy old bitch next door cooking? - tresspassers How do I feel? How do you THINK I feel? I feel - guess.		N Older Shit N Guestbook N Profile N Diaryland N Interview Me! N Links N Rings N Vote For Me!