The Lewd Angel

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Mostly things are messy. I can't find my camera charger. I can't find a bunch of things. Earlier today I was thinking that I would tell you all the things I can't find but I forget them now and nobody cares. I found my work pants tho, which was a pretty big score for team organised but team where the hell is all fucking my shit? is still winning. I played poker last night and came in second. I always come in second. Anyway, I drank amounts of alchohol that I would hate to even guess what they were. Mostly since Monday is a drunken blur and I remember bits of conversation but not with whom or when specifically. Ugh, okay why does drinking make me so fucking enthusiastic about talking? Also, ewww I keep getting drunk and talking to people about Christianity because I am the most embarrassing person in the world. What the fuck is with Melissa+Alchohol=WORLDVIEW DISCUSSION TIME!

Also my worldview is pretty embarrassing because it is:

1. ELECTRICITY RUINED EVERYTHING.
2. ANALOGUE VS. DIGITAL: HOW QUALITY IS TAKING A BEATING IN MODERN SOCIETY.
2. I LOVE JESUS, EVEN THO I DON'T ACTUALLY BELIEVE IN HIM. LET'S DISCUSS WHY I LOVE HIM AND ALSO HOW MY CROSS NECKLACE IS PRETTY.

ugh.
The only other thing that I have to report on is that today at the restaurant where I always eat they were playing the Dave Matthews band and I may have to reconsider going there three times a week if they keep it up.

I used to date a guy whose roomates were obsessed with Dave Mathews band and they would like watch videos of them and be all I dunno rewinding bits and obsessing over the big wankfests.

Every Dave Matthews song is like 8 minutes because everyone in the band needs to wank off on their instruments forever. Also I hate boring guy voice wank off sessions with a passion so fuck off. I can hear yuppies nee hippies or hippies nee yuppies at outdoor concerts dancing to that shit like high fiving eachother and saying how it is the best band in the world when I listen to it. Pfft I should leave an angry letter in with my money next time they do that. That way, in case the restaurant didn't already get the message that "I'M ECCENTRIC", by the fact that I show up there alone three times a week, always order that same thing and take pictures of my food I can leave it in a p.s. to the message.

Dear providers of two enchildas with refried beans instead of rice,

STOP FUCKING PLAYING THIS TERRIBLE MUSIC OR I WILL BE TAKING MY LONERY 3pm SELF BUSINESS ELSEWHERE!

xoxo
Melissa
p.s. I AM ECCENTRIC.

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Friday, January 12, 2007