i thought damn. that sucks ass. i mean i work a decent amount but not every day 8-5 or whatever. **i don't know how much he works i just know he usually starts early around 8ish maybe...**
he said he hasn't done anything fun lately, except for hanging out with me (said sarcastically). if it was anyone else i would act totally offended but i had to admit, when we hang out, its not "fun" its not all that "exciting"....its really just nothing. instead of doing nothing by ourselves, we just do nothing together. we drive around, get coffee or whatever, maybe see a movie with some friends, and occasionally we are at a mutual friends party of some sorts. but other than that, we do nothing fun. but thats whats soo great about being good friends with someone. you don't have to be doing something crazy trying to keep each other interested every time your with them. we literally just drive around town or whatever, listen to music, harmonize (badly) and laugh about how bad we sound. and although thats not the most fun thing one could be spending a saturday night, its pretty much what i look forward to almost every day. i get to listen to great music, i get to talk to mah best friend, and i don't even half too look/smell pretty-----tonight i had a party and it was outside so i had to spray a ton of bugspray on myself and i did NOT smell pretty---what a deal.
and after a while, you do have lots of little random memories that add up. like when we were in the metro parks last year and i saw a deer so of course i said "oh my gosh a deer!" but of course it came across "OH MY FUCKING GOD A GODDAMN DEER!!" to benji. so he freaked out and then i freaked out. it was a mess. so now every time i see i deer i remember to not yell, or really say anything. or when we thought we were getting pulled over by a police car over by the Crazy Horse in parma or wherever that is at like 1230 at night. that could have been a disaster.
i had a crap-acheno from circle k tonight. i have way too much energy to sleep right nowwwww.
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