ihavebeenfloated

I stopped at a gas station yesterday to ‘fill ‘er up’ as they like to say, or as someone, somewhere, likes to say. I get out, and this normal looking hispanic guy comes up to me and asks me if I would give him a ride home. He said he’d give me a few bucks, I said, sure, why not. He asked if I needed to get gas first. I said, no, let’s go.

He said, I got jacked by the police down in Mexico, they took my wallet and all my stuff. I went to the US Embassy and they said they couldn’t really do anything for me but give me enough money to take a bus across the border, or something. I figure since I’m in America now I could at least have gotten a ride home. Not many people would give some stranger a ride, but I think you can usually look at a good person and see that they’re a good person, you know?

I agreed, and finally started to get a little worried that he was going to pull out a gun and shoot me. I drove him a good few miles and then turned around in a drive way and dropped him off. He gave me $2. I was going to give it back but I didn’t want to have to fish it out of my pocket.

There’s too many damn women. It’s so unfair.

I realize now…

SB has my heart.
RW has my brain.
SG has my prick.
SB can easily have all three,
if she wants them.

I perfer to follow my heart.

I’m no fool.

I wonder if those three things are the fundamental things that make a man desire.

It really comes down to…

SB has my heart because I think she’s absolutely precious, and when I see her or do something for her, I feel like there is a flock of doves exploding out of my chest… that’s a good feeling, by the way, minus all the exploding and the chest bursting and stuff.

RW has my brain because she’s extremely intelligent, we’re both prolific readers and we talk mostly about, well, books, and other things of intelligence. When she’s around, she’s paying attention to me and I don’t know why. In whole, she has my brain more than SB does, but that doesn’t mean I think about RW more.

SG has my dick, this I will admit. There is something undoubtable whorish and skanky about her, like she would be absolutely fantastic in the sack. The thing is, she’s obviously completely fucking insane, and I’ve been with enough crazy women (of the passive and aggressive varieties) that I know they can’t be fun, but I’m still attracted to SG just for the aforementioned sexual allure. Admittedly this is the absolute weakest of all the attractions and the most easily completely ignored and resisted, but I have to include it because it exists.

Oh, what a wicked web desire weaves.

This next weekend is going to blow ass for me. Rilo Kiley on Friday night, will wake up probably about 5:30-6:00 PM after sleeping approximately four hours, get to the show at 7:00 PM leave the show 11:30 PM at the latest, start work 12:00 AM, work until 8:30 AM, come home, go out and try to buy stuff to make a costume for a Halloween party that night (unsuccesfully I sure) try to sleep unsuccesfully until about 7:00-8:00 PM (equalling, I bet, another four hours of sleep), get up, get ready in costum for a party. Go to party, arrive at 9:00-10:00 PM Leave party about 11:30 PM, get to work 12:00 AM, work until 8:30 AM, drive to my sister’s house to see my parents when they come down, get there 9:20 AM, sleep until about 11:00-12:00 PM, eat lunch with my parents, drive home half asleep, lay in bed, cry.