#pg. 3

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???: Let’s “Rock and Roll.” Come on, Charlie!

Charlie: Good gracious. Aight, “Bowie.”

“Bowie”: ...Don’t call me that.

Charlie: B O W I E ~

“Bowie”: AUGH

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Pg. 3

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[change-comic]

>look into mirror.

It's you! You aren't exactly in the cheeriest mood right now, seeing as you've been essentially kidnapped.

[televisionbrain]

Her

Beauty unmatched by any human in my sight

Ridiculous puns that make me smile

Intense feelings I have for you

Totally, unbelievably gorgeous

Touch of a goddess caresses my skin

All time favorite human

Never go a day without telling you how much I adore you

You are the woman of my dreams

[televisionbrain]

Alcohol

I like to drink 

alone or with friends

cos when I’m drunk

my problems all end

I wear a smile on my face

and sing my favorite songs

you might think I’m happy all the time

but you couldn’t be more wrong

I’m not an alcoholic

and I say this with much pride

I like to drink so I can smile

cos I hurt so much inside

it’s not a crutch 

or a way to cope

I believe in myself

I haven’t lost hope

but when I want to just have fun

I’ll have some punch with some rum

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Pg. 3

   So yesterday was full of surprises. First, I was able to open my first bank account with a bank that I trust and not like the shitty account I had with Valley...I ordered a debit card from them on Nov. 10th, it is January 4th and I still don't have it...so screw yah fuckers because I closed your ass and moved on to a better bank. Well, also for the first time ever, I opened a savings account! with the money that I get from my week job I am now able to save and will continue to do so :) This is monumental for me, because I never save money!!

    While doing that I spent a little quality time with my aunt and ran some errands with her. Then it was time to go to work...my weekend job...the same job I've had for 5 fucking years that I hate but for some reason I cannot let go of. To be honest it has become like a comfort zone for me. I know the job, I know the people. It might be like high school, filled with drama, but the array of characters that compose the Super Market Chronicles (as I like to call it) never fails to entertain.  

   I got to work, it was a shitty, slushy, rainy, the kind of days I like to romanticize from afar but absolutely hate to take part in. The store was a mess, the courtesy boot was a mess, but my beloved coworkers were there. My 2nd mother was there that night, she has been an incredible soul to me for the past 5 years. We both share an affinity for musicals, especially if they involve Barbra Streisand in any way, shape, or form; we also enjoy Disco, fashion labels, and impromptu temper tantrums that are as witty and delightful as a vintage television show. Then there was my parcero, one of the few straight guy friends I have. I love him very much, he always manages to get a smile out of me whenever I'm down, but he can get really annoying quickly which ends up pissing me off and then we commence a never ending dance of pissing each other off and then making up.

   The workday was exceptionally ordinary, but then something happened, and the events leading to that something absolutely baffled me. He always flirts with me, but it is just a game usually and it often stops by me taking it too far. But yesterday it was different; the whole entire time he was very sexual in the way he treated me. We teased each other like usual, but for some reason I felt this time he was not playing. The tension built up and it BOOM it happened.

   Afterwards it became a little awkward, but we went back to normal by the end of the day. Then my friend texted telling she was upset, so I suggested we went out for a few drinks. I asked him if he wanted to come along with us and he said yeah, but his phone ended up "dying" and he "knocked out" so he never answered our texts when we were ready.

   We went to Hoboken, our Uber driver sucked btw, and we had a few drinks. She explained to me what was going on and it was related to her bf's mother...who is a nice lady, but a psycho. We got drunk, we danced, we bar hopped, and it was overall a really good night...I'm not going to lie, but it is always a good night when we hang out. I ended up getting home, but on my ride here, I was talking to my Uber driver about what happened to me earlier, I mean, this guy doesn't know me and we will never see each other again, so wth...however, I think he thought I was hitting on him, which wasn't the case at all.

   The night ended by watching a movie that I was way too fucked up and high to even follow, a plate of sudado de pollo, and writing a blog entry for Pg. 3 which was never posted or saved (Drunk Me sucks, because I bet I wrote things in a funnier manner ugh...I lost some precious material) 

Anyway...time to get pretty for work again!