Reality on the radio

What if this thing we know as "reality" was really all just neutral? It would make sense, if in fact 10 percent of life is what happened and the other 90 percent is how you react to it.

Fatty McFatterson

Friend: I highly suggest Tapatio hot sauce
Me: ya i put that on my bread today
Friend: how is it on bread?
Me: good. anything goes with bread. i cant think of a single thing that doesnt
Friend: squid?
Me: well i mean, youd have to add something with that
Friend: hmm... ice cream
Me: or some sort of mayo seafood tasty baked goodness... i bet if you deep fried bread and ice cream itll taste fine,top it with cinnamon sugar. tasty
Friend: I haven't had fried ice cream in a while.. and we have a deep fryer..
Me: wow... woooow
Friend: what, are you surprised we have a deep fat fryer? we're fatsos...
Me: no im not surprised... im just wowing at the possibilities
Friend: just about anything can be deep fried..and I have deep fried it...
Me: ya, i know, i watch it all the time on hsn
Me: i already pretty much know what id wana do... i already know the first thing that id deep fry
Me: pizza rolls. i havent had pizza rolls in literally about years.. had a craving for them since the last day i had them. it would basically be like going to heaven and comin back. for me anyway
Me: id want to use it to deep fry ridiculous items just so i can say ive done it and possibly even eat it. deep fryers rock
Me: id wanna buy a donut, batter it, then deep fry it
Friend: wow..
Friend: it'd be a double fried donut. double
Friend: that would be the ultimate...
Me: thats got to be the fattest thing that's ever come into my sick head

What a day. Nothing seemed to really go right today.

I started the day off by going to the immunization clinic because I need shots to go to school. Kinda random and a bit of a hassle. This clinic is open from 8:30-11:30, closes, opens back up at 1. So I drive myself own to the ghetto part of town and get lost because the street addresses are absolutely messed up. I finally get there at 11:05, walk up to the desk, and I'm told "We're already closed". Lovely. So I end up having to go again on Monday.

I go back home to meet up with mom at 1pm to pick up my renewed passport... she calls and tells me she's delayed and that I have to wait another hour or so. By this time, I couldve stayed at the clinic and had that done. So I end up wasting time.

We go to SF and I get my passport. I walked up to the window and see that my passport picture is absolutely atrocious. I get to look at that for the next 10 years. Fabulous. He then pushed me to fill out a form that I had no idea how to, so I was panicking for no good reason because it was something that could just be faxed or mailed or watever else.

After that, we end up in Haight/Ashbury to shop around. We couldnt find parking, ended up in a corner spot with the question of getting a parking ticket. I get some nice stuff and throughout the shopping time I was still without a coat for Chicago. I may very well freeze and die in Chicago. How pleasant. We come back to the car, ready to drive home, and we have a 75 dollar ticket waiting for us on the windshield. "Blocking crosswalk"- yeah. Great. Awesome. F*ck.

.....Aaaand I just told someone that it's fun that their best friend died in a fire. Cool.

i wonder.

if I'll ever come across something worthwhile? Seems so uncertain at this point.

Onward

I come back and find out people arent what they said they were. What a disappointment. I don't think I've ever been lied to at this level and makes me wonder what that does to my ability to trust. At first I blamed myself, sat, thought, sulked. But I can't seem to think of where I went wrong, what I've done to lead me here. Was I naive, blind, or just plain stupid? There was no way I could have known and if I did, my actions would have been entirely different. So all I can really say now is that it wasnt my fault. Time to move on.