except for the chicks. i never liked wearing a suit to work. never liked mondays. never liked working overtime. never liked paying my rent. even though i hardly have to pay anything.
my landlady called today. shes 91. she actually called yesterday.
am i going crazy tony, or have you not paid your rent?
i called her this morn and told her that she wasnt going crazy, that for whatever reason i was the one who had forgotten to pay my rent.
i would love it if they just took my rent right out of my paycheck. everyone else seems to have their way with my paltry check.
this morning i wasnt so happy when i arrived at the hangar. chopper one was getting another overhaul. its creepy. i dont trust them.
heres what i like to do when i get into work. i like to read my email as chopper one warms up. i like to get a croissant from across the street and eat it with my apple juice. i like to see if anyone has commented on the post that i wrote the night before, then i like to fly chopper one around santa monica as the morning begins.
lately my routine has been all screwy.
its affecting the writing.
im so very sorry.
i feel like im a fish and a bunch of weirdos are making me drink booze.
a hot chick is gonna spend the weekend with me. a vacation of sorts. a weekend excursion. im thinking about just having her get a bunch of food and beer and lock ourselves up in my guest house in the back and lock all the doors. and while she sleeps i’ll write and while shes awake we will go through the tivo and just watch and watch and hold hands and watch her try on different outfits.
these are the things hemingway did, im pretty sure.
the drinking parts at least.
problem is a big time porn company has flowed me free tickets to the adult video convention in vegas this weekend.
i could go, but then the prospective employers who might be reading this blog might think that im some perv. im no perv. im just bored and i have no problems with naked people who get down.
people have dumber jobs.