teenagers that listen to KATG

[Akai]

I'm feeling bored and in need to write about my sort of odd night, it's going to be long and wordy so I suggest you ignore it. Anyways it all started off with my heading to a friend's house for, or so I was promised, a night of dorky merriment filled with video games and pretzels. It began with a round of hits off a blunt and a few beers to each person in the room, myself excluded not being one to smoke or drink Miller Light, warm no less. Usually I'm more than fine with friends partaking in this, but seeing as they get sleepy after smoking, the night was already on the decline. I poured myself a whiskey and talked Jazz with a friend long away in Alaska fishing. An hour or two later after making sure of my sobriety (and two more bowls on everyone else's part) I decided to leave, the droll and sleepy atmosphere not conducive to my expectations. I drove my friend, who was previously in Alaska, home. As it happens to be he lives by my favorite diner, and so with Murakami and What Do We Do Now? in hand I headed over for some coffee. My waitress, Colleen, is somewhat keen on me getting together with another regular that frequents the diner, despite my protestations and insisting to having a girlfriend already with whom I am happy with, but her being an older sweet lady I don't push the subject and thank her warmly for the coffee. An hour passes and I plow through three short stories in my Murakami book, pausing occasionally to listen to the buildup in Riceboy Sleeps' Indian Summer, or to study the local newspaper distribution trucks rolling along past the large window spanning the side of the diner. Colleen has a limp, and I offer to help her with some of the dishes she's carrying for the two loudish girls that've just walked in since I'm done with my book and their yelling kind of has me unsettled, so getting them their food faster is key to me going back to being quiet. She laughs her grandmotherly laugh and hands me two plates of BLT sandwiches with fries and a pickle. I drop the plates off with a forced smile, refill my coffee and pick up What Do We Do Now? Halfway through the first kink section, a couple , I think, walk in, the fellow looking brutish in the least flattering way and the girl, er, woman looking haggard and worn out. The boy sits opposite me in their adjacent booth and takes to rubbing her hands while staring at me with the look of someone who's just been offered rotting garbage. I stare uninterested back, pour myself a sixth cup of joe, and read on about Keith and Chemda's sage advice on saving sex after marriage. A few more pages come to pass and i feel like it's time to head home, ipod nearly exhausted, and eyes refusing to process words any longer. As I get up for my check, the door opens and a face from my past happens in, Max. With him is his little sister and two friends fresh off the plane from Central America after a 3 month stay, I happen to know the guy from high school, the girl is a new acquaintance. I have no great love for Max who tends to be trying at times, but he sits down at the table I'm at and signals his friends and sister over to sit and chat. I sigh and decide why not starting on my eighth coffee now while trading pleasantries with the four of them. I keep to myself, which suits Max fine as he's well versed in striking up conversation with himself and disinterested audiences. His jokes are funny and I mumble my laughter along with the rest of the table, the couple looking culture shocked and weary worn, I notice how strikingly attractive they both are and think to myself how much they must hate having to be back here. Max's sister talks in length about her decision to go to Culinary school, and her new love for Vonnegut, the table bobs their heads in agreement like Cormorants hungry for eels as she sings Kurt's praises. After voraciously tearing into his pancakes, Max announces his exhaustion and takes his leave shoving his bill, paid thankfully, into my hands, handshakes and promises to hang out are aplenty as the sleepy couple follow his sister, who is still spouting off about Galapagos. I sigh after my tenth cup, and leave my three dollars on the table, thanking Colleen again for the evening. I drive back, window down, blaring Strauss' waltzes attracting reproachful glances from reluctant red light neighbors. I fumble with the deadbolt in the darkness of my garage and scramble to silence the alarm. My dog picks her head up at my arrival so i go over and sing her to sleep with her head on my hand. I repeat the last verse of Lua a few times over till i hear her snore before creeping upstairs to shower away the muddy ooze of too much coffee and exhaustion. I now readily await sleep with the end of this too long poorly written recount of my night. Love you thread, hugs and kisses to you all in that wonderfully platonic way.

Night.

[Rock 'n' Rye]

Originally Posted by Akai

I'm feeling bored and in need to write about my sort of odd night, it's going to be long and wordy so I suggest you ignore it. Anyways it all started off with my heading to a friend's house for, or so I was promised, a night of dorky merriment filled with video games and pretzels. It began with a round of hits off a blunt and a few beers to each person in the room, myself excluded not being one to smoke or drink Miller Light, warm no less. Usually I'm more than fine with friends partaking in this, but seeing as they get sleepy after smoking, the night was already on the decline. I poured myself a whiskey and talked Jazz with a friend long away in Alaska fishing. An hour or two later after making sure of my sobriety (and two more bowls on everyone else's part) I decided to leave, the droll and sleepy atmosphere not conducive to my expectations. I drove my friend, who was previously in Alaska, home. As it happens to be he lives by my favorite diner, and so with Murakami and What Do We Do Now? in hand I headed over for some coffee. My waitress, Colleen, is somewhat keen on me getting together with another regular that frequents the diner, despite my protestations and insisting to having a girlfriend already with whom I am happy with, but her being an older sweet lady I don't push the subject and thank her warmly for the coffee. An hour passes and I plow through three short stories in my Murakami book, pausing occasionally to listen to the buildup in Riceboy Sleeps' Indian Summer, or to study the local newspaper distribution trucks rolling along past the large window spanning the side of the diner. Colleen has a limp, and I offer to help her with some of the dishes she's carrying for the two loudish girls that've just walked in since I'm done with my book and their yelling kind of has me unsettled, so getting them their food faster is key to me going back to being quiet. She laughs her grandmotherly laugh and hands me two plates of BLT sandwiches with fries and a pickle. I drop the plates off with a forced smile, refill my coffee and pick up What Do We Do Now? Halfway through the first kink section, a couple , I think, walk in, the fellow looking brutish in the least flattering way and the girl, er, woman looking haggard and worn out. The boy sits opposite me in their adjacent booth and takes to rubbing her hands while staring at me with the look of someone who's just been offered rotting garbage. I stare uninterested back, pour myself a sixth cup of joe, and read on about Keith and Chemda's sage advice on saving sex after marriage. A few more pages come to pass and i feel like it's time to head home, ipod nearly exhausted, and eyes refusing to process words any longer. As I get up for my check, the door opens and a face from my past happens in, Max. With him is his little sister and two friends fresh off the plane from Central America after a 3 month stay, I happen to know the guy from high school, the girl is a new acquaintance. I have no great love for Max who tends to be trying at times, but he sits down at the table I'm at and signals his friends and sister over to sit and chat. I sigh and decide why not starting on my eighth coffee now while trading pleasantries with the four of them. I keep to myself, which suits Max fine as he's well versed in striking up conversation with himself and disinterested audiences. His jokes are funny and I mumble my laughter along with the rest of the table, the couple looking culture shocked and weary worn, I notice how strikingly attractive they both are and think to myself how much they must hate having to be back here. Max's sister talks in length about her decision to go to Culinary school, and her new love for Vonnegut, the table bobs their heads in agreement like Cormorants hungry for eels as she sings Kurt's praises. After voraciously tearing into his pancakes, Max announces his exhaustion and takes his leave shoving his bill, paid thankfully, into my hands, handshakes and promises to hang out are aplenty as the sleepy couple follow his sister, who is still spouting off about Galapagos. I sigh after my tenth cup, and leave my three dollars on the table, thanking Colleen again for the evening. I drive back, window down, blaring Strauss' waltzes attracting reproachful glances from reluctant red light neighbors. I fumble with the deadbolt in the darkness of my garage and scramble to silence the alarm. My dog picks her head up at my arrival so i go over and sing her to sleep with her head on my hand. I repeat the last verse of Lua a few times over till i hear her snore before creeping upstairs to shower away the muddy ooze of too much coffee and exhaustion. I now readily await sleep with the end of this too long poorly written recount of my night. Love you thread, hugs and kisses to you all in that wonderfully platonic way.

Night.

If your internal monologue and the way you experience life is like that then I am living wrong.

[BowlCutChris]

Originally Posted by breethevampire

Ello thread it's about 4 a.m. and I can't fall asleep boo

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee i spent three days in a row being powered by five hour energy and redbull.... im shaking. i think i should get some sleep now haha.. how was your spring break? my alternator broke but it was only $100 to fix... really stupid cheap... and yeah. had a fun birthday

[Akai]

I'm hungry thread, come eat with me.

[VBean]

Hey thread! It's been forever, and fruit roll ups are like crack.

[lissabunnie]

That fucking rainstorm was awful.
Lost power for 24 hours almost lost my shit I was so bored.

How's everyone doing?

[Akai]

Just snapped a ukulele string. I'm feeling monumentally depressed now womp womp.

[Little_Miss_Khaos]

I'm on spring break and my mom has decided to go all home renovation on me. There are hammers here every day. I'm gonna smack a bitch if this keeps up much longer.

Other than that, I'm lovely :]

How's everyone?

[Malcolm Is Moore]

I'm leaving tomorrow for an orchestra tour in Nashville and Atlanta. Woohoo...Good news is I'll get to spend at least 5 hours a day with my gf. For 5 days.

[VBean]

Originally Posted by Malcolm Is Moore

I'm leaving tomorrow for an orchestra tour in Nashville and Atlanta. Woohoo...Good news is I'll get to spend at least 5 hours a day with my gf. For 5 days.

I started a new internship! I like it! They're really nice!