so, i happened to read through my last post today and realized that i wrote "indiscrete" when i meant "discrete". it kinda reminded me of that sport's night* episode where dan realizes that he said non-partisan when he meant partisan to hilary clinton and he can't stop obsessing over it. i plan to stop obsessing soon.
i'm in strong island right now, unexpectedly, which i think is the best way to be in strong island. from now on, i demand that others plan my trips home for me, and then simply ambush my unsuspecting self when it's time to leave richmond, throw my ass in a non-descript van and deposit me at the doorstep of my childhood home. it's much less traumatic that way.
in related news, i've discovered that long island is the only place left on the planet that is still allowing the song "who let the dogs out" to be played. everywhere else has banned the mere mention of it's title in a public place. songs like that will always have a safe haven in L.I., as will the indigenous species, the guido. here in long island, you can observe the guido in his natural habitiat. you can also observe the guido in various stages of the mating ritual with the female of the species, who can fall into the following classes: guidette, skank ho, long island white trash, or the ever popular, skank ho. really, everyone should come and check it out sometime. you can't see this sort of shit anywhere else in the world.
though i am absolutely broke, like broke...i am still not planning to pick up any shifts at my old job, here in the heart of babylon village. why? because i think i am no longer capable of surviving it. really. i'm serious. my mentality has shifted so far off the long island page, i just don't think i could handle having to wait on strong island's finest. and while it might be fun to wind up in a fight with a guido/guidette specimen, i'm just not feeling it right now.
*best television show ever
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