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I wondered if I’ve ever mistaken a white power donut junkie with a coke junkie as I cleaned a bit of stray sugar powder from my face in the bathroom today. It’s been a sugary-high kind of day. Let me recap the remainder of the weekend:
Saturday after leaving work I went to the park by the art museum and just chilled for like two minutes and met this young lady… we just struck up a conversation about the ducks playing out there. I made her laugh and the weather was great. She’s the anti-Angela. First she’s young - like, 19. Secondly, she’s big-boned. I didn’t/don’t hold that against her, because I’m at the age where I would rather see how a new experience plays out before placing all of my old judgemental baggage onto someone before I even get to know them.
So, yes, fair readers, this record-rainfall of chick-magnetism continued through Saturday night. She was really thankful for everything - she’s really poor.. typical student. But she appreciated the door opening, and all the little stuff. Maybe I’m unfair though with Angela. But in all seriousness, her cutting edge style and fashion lead me to believe that she expects more.
Not that she’s materialist - from what I can gather she just likes nice things.. and there’s nothing wrong with that.
I got home late Saturday night and took off the Rolex. 2 nights, 150 dollars later. It has incredible powers. It destroyed my budget forecast, and made me very happy and sociable.
So, I plan on getting back on the getting out of debt bandwagon, naively secure in the fact that I can turn this switch back on at will. At least I realized it was a foolish notion the moment it hit me.
Doug Roomer and the Work Gang
There’s a bit of buzz about this here blog going around. Doug Roomer stopped me and asked me if he was himself in my blog, and I said yes, Doug. It’s you. For those of you other than Doug, please be assured that your real life name won’t be used in my Blog without prior consent. If you think your made up name doesn’t suit you, I recommend creating a blog of your own and calling it something creative like “jimmybrainflushsucks.com”.
I welcome all readers to this blog without reservation or concern. Stuff in here may be personal or intimate but it’s real. It’s my life. I’m not ashamed of any of it. Blah..
Why Wednesday Will Suck
I’ve got a gig Wednesday night, and I’m pissed that I followed through on it. Hopefully I can collect a 5 minute set by then. I’ve got to golf on a real golf course Wednesday afternoon, and I’m ghostly scared. I haven’t set a foot on a real golf course in over four years, and that was while extremely drunk at a wedding in the clubhouse.
Actually playing golf? I don’t believe I’ve ever legally played. Planned on it? Yes. Talked big on the game? Yes. Known what I was talking about or doing? Nope. Possibly a testament to my ability to BS, this has come back to haunt me. My boss, myself, and our two reps from CA, the parents of the Application I call my child, will be onhand for this event which I can assure you will be much funnier than Jimmy’s return to the stand-up foray later that evening.
I’m fourth in the set, and I was given my five minutes as requested. I blame Evelyn for this. Had her paper not carried my ‘riding a small bus to work’ pose in the paper, I wouldn’t have everyone in downtown Cleveland asking me “How’s the comedy coming?” I could have easily buried that chapter in my life and gotten away from it all.
But between you jerks who read this and tell me I’m funny and that I should keep it up, and the depressed look the people give me when I say, “Not to well, been busy with other stuff..” , and officially getting a letter in the mail from my publicist’s company informing me that they were no longer interested in my novel, I decided I’ve had it. So I’ll let you know how it goes.
Well kids, Jimmy’s gotta go pretend he can hit a golf ball while he dreams of crawling into a ball and crying himself to sleep muttering why? god why?
See how carefree your life is?