now that i've taken my coffee shit it's time for some blogging. i cringed inside with that term. blogging...guh. next up i'll be getting an iphone and a smartcar.
woke up this morning with sweaty palms and a potential anxiety attack. my last day of work was saturday and now i've a week with nothing to do. too much free time makes me anxious. the last thing i want to do is run around and spend money but sitting in my house all day makes me crazy. saturday i nabbed all the items from work that have been a part of my days for three years, including a giant fake pocket watch that runs backwards and a stuffed baby croc wearing a sombrero. things that have been a part of the warehouse since before i worked there.
some of my favorite memories from the place are the multiple pairs of pants that someone had shit in before donating, the urn a co-worker dumped out without knowing what it was, the blackface baby doll that sang in a man's voice that the truck guys ran over to attempt to kill, the cremated cat, the boxes and boxes of gay porn...i could go on and on. people will donate anything. ANYTHING.
two things i'm interested in pursuing while in chicago are boxing and bartending. not bartending such as this:
but shitty dive bar type stuff. and dive bars don't have college kids dancing in them. i love the bars in the small-town midwest that my old man goes to: small, dark, smelly, surly old blue-collar drunks silent inside. everyone kind of looks like this:
my first boyfriend once shot a pheasant out the passenger side of my car which we then cooked and ate. he frequently had deer carcasses in his garage. did i grow up a redneck? pretty much.
for some reason boxing really interests me. i have a lot of anxiety and tension and a temper problem. i don't think i could box against someone...maybe. but i'd love to learn how to beat the shit out of them. and if i'm ever hard up for cash i could try foxy boxing, if that stills exists.
did i mention i'm totally stoked to live with two dudes? expecting the toilet seat to always be up. i hope they like chicks who don't wear deodorant or bras.
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