argh.motherfucker.

so last night, after a buffy that left me very dissatisfied, i gussied up. got in a cab. picked up boob-poker and we headed down to the hotel utah saloon.

and it was all about the banjos and the steel guitars and the stand up bass and the tall lanky man with a shock of white hair, pearl button western shirt and black cowboy boots. and the crooning. and orders of fried green beans and devilled eggs. and beer. and talking. and ranting about crotchety guy and the emotional weight he weilds with the force of a mack truck. and there was a puppy. and i wish i could bottle puppy smell. i sniffed behind his ears 3 or 4 times, while his little puppy tongue spread puppy breath over my cheek.

and today i came in an hour late and tonight. i do nothing.

my residual anger is stronger than i realized. i want to punch that guy in the face sometimes.

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