by B.J. on 9/07/2002 10:19:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

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[New Title Added 8/30/03: Really Random Musings About My Day I guess]

What a day. I started it off on a kick by gauging 20 bucks from a defenseless Sophomore off a 16-dollar book. On that morning-kick, God decided to lay his foot down and told the idiots at Glendale Health Center to carry every immunization except Meningytis. Sure, they carried Meningytis, but that was for 1-year olds. (Insert the "Afflictor's" expression --- PIECE OF CRAP !) That was my third day in a row there because the previous two times, those punks told me that I didn't make the first 25 immunizations list at 8:00 am. I hope someone burns that place down.

Speaking of fire, so was Winkie X (not Ex-Winkie or Winkie), the car. I was wondering why my gas quickly wasted out like the Doc at the L---OYOL, prom 2002. . .Haaaaaaa ! So I wasted 6 bucks on 76 motor oil at the 99 cents store for 5 bottles and used only 2 1/4th. I filled it up and called Dr. Cre, cause that's what I call her, and so turned on 2 motors. That means I turned her on. Heehee. . . I'm just kidding. Ha. Ha. Maybe ? Well. . .no, I actually want that to happen, so. . .wait. . .IDON'TKNOW ! That's also my response to the toughest things in life. . .

After settling down at the Doc's, I experienced the power of the Lean-Mean Fat-Reducing Machine grill as if I was in church experiencing the full power of God (because I do that, ya know, instead of going to church to see people like other people I know) at Ket's house. So good, that I'm gonna get the same exact $24 one ! Amidst all the excitement of racing fake cars on the PS2, Doc calls and says that she can go out. Past 5. I exploded like Forrest Gump at the all-girls college.

Then we went to the Pingols. And fought. And fought. And fought. And fought. She finally came up with the solution to tell Pink that she'd be back in diez minutos. Take it or leave it ! We sped out of there like Fivel (Who names their kid, Fivel ?) going west. . .to the Griffith Observatory, in which the drive up there jacked my tires and pipes up like an American Revolution soldier. Atop LA, I saw the usual bunch of flickering lights, which I can say about any city. LA distinguished itself with the downtown buildings. However as ordinary and plain the view was, Crass and I were much closer to the stars last night.

Back on the ground at Pingol's house, Cress and I were left alone. We took the 10 West to San Mo., which carries an aura of instability given its damage from the 6.6 earthquake and a whimsical, "Return to Innocence-ish" walk to remember on the sand and to the pier past several bum parades. She had a glass of sparkling water stashed in her red Immac Seniors sweater for potential hecklers. I probably would've slept there and be drinking my food thru a straw right now had I gone alone, but I was kept awake by the butha buthafly herself all along and had a great night. She kept me awake on the drive, forcing Jack-in-the-Box, buttermilk sauce-dipped fries in my mouth. A Friday so great that it embarrassed Good Friday.

[Edit 08/30/03: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Enjoy that ? My writing used to be so ghastly random, and I was wondering why people did not get it. Back then, I just wanted to be in the genuine randomness of my consciousness by making connections to every single word I used ]

 



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