Ramblings of an Anonymous Coward

Killing Time

well, the bright spot of my day was that i got to the rink and sub'ed in for another team, so i got to play two games tonight. yay! we tied in that game (3-3), but unfortunately in my team's game we lost 4-3 on a weak 3rd period goal. i said it a dozen times tonight, and it's not like he'll read it, but pat! where the fuck were you? we needed your ass out there tonight. fuck! i give up going to the sharks/leafs game to play and others just don't fucking show up. this loss may cost us a playoff position.

to burn off a little more, i'm doing a pair of meme's i've never done before.

Sunday Brunch
I'M RIDING IN MY CAR

1. The first car I ever drove was a... station wagon
2. My dream car is...a hummer, cause that is what you'd need to get to my dream house.
3. Can you drive a vehicle with a stick shift? yes If yes, how long did it take you to learn? i dunno, 10-15 minutes?
4. What is the fastest you have ever driven? i once drove at 120mph over the james river bridge. rode with a friend that hit 150 on I-64
5. How many people you have crammed into a vehicle at one time?nothing impressive. five in the cab of a toyota pickup once.

5ive-minute stories
Word: Surrender

life has it's twists and turns and the key is to make sure you aren't going too fast when you meet up with a hairpin, but sam didn't know that when he entered the bar. patty mcswain's wasn't your average bar, it was an of off the beaten path sort of place you'd expect to see near the docks rather than downtown; however, that made no nevermind to sam. he liked the joint which always had patrons that he could watch and learn from. tonight's teacher was a curvy young woman, couldn't be more than 25, with flowing red hair and the bluest eyes sam had ever seen. she sauntered up to the bar placing her handback on the stool next to her and called the bar keep over. rather than just speaking up, the bartender leaned over so she could whisper in his ear. he chuckled as he stood back upright and walked over to the cooler, opened the door, and pulled out a bottle of water. now why would such an attractive woman come into a bar like this for a bottle of water, sam thought.

yeah, ok, that sucked. and not much to show for five minutes. this is precisely why i'm not a writer!

Posted by ac at November 15, 2003 11:58 PM