Ok, so I'm thinking of running away to Mexico and changing my name to Jorge . Why? Well, I have a court date tomorrow where a judge is gonna determine whether or not I was a part of this big ol' employee theft thing that went down at my old job. The thing is, I wasnt a part of it, per se', but the way it looks on the security camera...well...let's just say there are two sides to every story (I'd talk about, but unfortunately this is like a major government issue, and I signed a confidentiality agreement).
I mean, even though I'm innocent and all, I still dont like the idea of going to court and all. Something about it just rubs me the wrong way. It's the same way I feel about those Super Wal-Mart centers...buying meat and shoes in the isle is just so wrong.
And I mean, I know it's stupid to run away from your problems rather than face them (as many TV shows and countless coming-of-age movies, have so graciously taught us), but it just seems like the easier route to take, you know? Besides, according to Office Max, having an EASY button is the key to a simple and efficient life. Why cant I have the simple and efficient life? Like the way the kids from Laguna Beach do...
But I guess what's seen on the outside, doesnt show the pain in the inside. Jus
t ask my old friend Isabel. See, Isabel met this one dude over the summer and fell in love. After just dating for 2 months, the dude proposed to Isabel, and promised her he would take care of her for the rest of his life and all this other lovey-dovey shit. Blinded by love, Isabel just could not (and would not) see this as a line to just get into her size 0 jeans.
Anyways, about a month ago (early August), Isabel wrote me an email and said:
"i think its time for us to forget the past and be friends. i dont mean best friends because i dont think we can ever get into that stage again but we can be friends and hang out for one last time b4 i leave this town. i am moving to lake tahoe, california. yes david, i am leaving tucson in 2 weeks because i am getting married. i hope u get this message within 2 weeks so u can call me and we can hang out ONE LAST TIME. i dont mean hang out and argue...just hang out and socialize like the socialites we are. ;)"
Of course, two weeks went by and no wedding bells were rung. Which wasnt exactly a big shocker. And I doubt they will ever ring for Isabel and that dude. I'm not saying it to be mean or anything, but, well...the dude, told her he couldnt go through with the wedding and told her to just move on with her life. Yeah, I know. Way harsh. So Isabel did what any respectful neice of a Mexican drug lord would do...she flew the coop to Mexico to recover from her post-traumatic stress.
And now that I think about it, I think maybe going to court wont be so hard. I cant believe I'm saying this, but maybe I should go to court and face the judge. The only question now is...what do I wear?
I mean, even though I'm innocent and all, I still dont like the idea of going to court and all. Something about it just rubs me the wrong way. It's the same way I feel about those Super Wal-Mart centers...buying meat and shoes in the isle is just so wrong.
And I mean, I know it's stupid to run away from your problems rather than face them (as many TV shows and countless coming-of-age movies, have so graciously taught us), but it just seems like the easier route to take, you know? Besides, according to Office Max, having an EASY button is the key to a simple and efficient life. Why cant I have the simple and efficient life? Like the way the kids from Laguna Beach do...
But I guess what's seen on the outside, doesnt show the pain in the inside. Jus
t ask my old friend Isabel. See, Isabel met this one dude over the summer and fell in love. After just dating for 2 months, the dude proposed to Isabel, and promised her he would take care of her for the rest of his life and all this other lovey-dovey shit. Blinded by love, Isabel just could not (and would not) see this as a line to just get into her size 0 jeans.Anyways, about a month ago (early August), Isabel wrote me an email and said:
"i think its time for us to forget the past and be friends. i dont mean best friends because i dont think we can ever get into that stage again but we can be friends and hang out for one last time b4 i leave this town. i am moving to lake tahoe, california. yes david, i am leaving tucson in 2 weeks because i am getting married. i hope u get this message within 2 weeks so u can call me and we can hang out ONE LAST TIME. i dont mean hang out and argue...just hang out and socialize like the socialites we are. ;)"
Of course, two weeks went by and no wedding bells were rung. Which wasnt exactly a big shocker. And I doubt they will ever ring for Isabel and that dude. I'm not saying it to be mean or anything, but, well...the dude, told her he couldnt go through with the wedding and told her to just move on with her life. Yeah, I know. Way harsh. So Isabel did what any respectful neice of a Mexican drug lord would do...she flew the coop to Mexico to recover from her post-traumatic stress.
And now that I think about it, I think maybe going to court wont be so hard. I cant believe I'm saying this, but maybe I should go to court and face the judge. The only question now is...what do I wear?
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