Thursday, October 26, 2006

I scheduled a vacation next week mostly for mental health reasons. I've been letting things bother me and I don't seem to be solving the problem so I'll avoid the problem. Maybe I should try relaxation techniques.


"She's going to work for F e l t." (there are actually no spaces between the letters, I just don't want it showing up in any searches)

"What?"

"F e l t."

"Huh?"

Gawd Fuk'n Damnit is what I wanted to say because we had a conversation about the place just the day before, however I just repeated the name of the club again.

"What's that?"

"It's a bar, a club."

"That's a good name. Do they have strippers?"

What the fuk is the matter with you? Is what I wanted to say, however I just said "No." Boston Proper has just two strip joints left and he knows this; place isn't one of them.

(When I hear that word, I think of the fabric, he thinks of groping)

"Is there a cover?"

"Yes," the bartender said.

"Then I'm not going."

I may have mumbled "Asshole."

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