good morning.
it's actually afternoon, which brings me to my first complaint:
I just answered the phone: "good morning, Twyla speaking." (it's 1pm) and the guy on the other end says: "MORNING?where did I call? It's closer to TOMORROW morning...jeez? where are you?" and on and on and on. You know what, you son of a bitch. Shut the fuck up. It's 1pm, I'm sorry, I just woke up and came to work, so basically it IS still morning to me. You dick. You're making fun of me for calling the afternoon "morning"? I'm making fun of you for calling regarding Los Lobos tickets, you dick. Los Lobos. Pshaw.
Really though, I was up at 8:30am. We forgot to set the alarm last night, so Criaggory woke up super late. Piss.
Then I walked home and had a bath and then a shower.
then I painted another skateboard, but didn't finish it because I went for breakfast (LUNCH)with Ron to the Blackfoot Diner. I had the delicious TRUCKERS BURGER. so great.
Then on the way home we had a moment of silence,(september 11th, you know - that whole thing that happened...) which was actually 3 minutes of silence, which was interupted by me rolling down the window and screaming at Ashley "ASHLEY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ASHLEY! HEY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" even though she was about 3 blocks away from me.(it's her birthday today, I wasn't just yelling it!)so then Ron gave me shit for about 1 minute about "having some respect" and "it's the least I can do" and so I argued "but I didn't DO anything!" and he told me that we had to start the silence over. so when we pulled up in front of my house I waved "bye bye" and silently crept out of the car. Who knew Ron was so ... i don't know what the word i'm looking for is.
It's not that I'm not "whatever the word i'm looking for is" but I think A MOMENT of silence is good. Like, 1 minute. I know that September 11th is "THE DAY THAT CHANGED THE WORLD" and that "THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME" yes I do, but come on. RON! COME ON!
Then I called Veronica and Bil answered and told me funny stories.
Then I came to work. I didn't talk to anybody the whole way to work, so there was another couple of moments of silence for me.
I work until 9pm tonight. As usual, I'm fucking LIVID about it.
I shouldn't have eaten anything called "TRUCKER BURGER". I swear on everything that I will never again eat anything with "TRUCKER" in the title again. That goes for "TRUCKER'S BREAKFAST's" as well.
man.
Toots & the Maytalls make me want to blow my fucking brains out.
Instead, I'll just receive this KOCH order.
Bye now!
Twyla Dawn.
