thought i'd call the 5foot5 cat-loving, zine-writing absurdest bassist from my hometown & invite him to the polish falcon for a drink. it's right by his house after all. he said no. he was already pretty far-gone. but then he said...
"oh. but you left your riverwest co-op coffee mug at my house."
i replied "yeah. i need to get that. please take good care of it. it's like the baby i never wanted! have a good night! mazel tov!"
later, while smoking a cigarette outside the bar, i realized that (possibly) he had "invited" me over to pick up the coffee mug. if that's the case, i toter didn't get the hint. blah.
so now i have to sleep so i can wake up and go to work. i'm pretty fucken drunk. and listening to pop-punk. (old, lookout!) green day, the descendants, the fucken smoking popes.
this crush is awful. i just like him so much.
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