Post by fox on Jul 22, 2010 12:52:51 GMT -5
July 22, 2010 - To-Do List
NOTES:
I'm not a very sentimental person, so this is definitely not a diary, but I thought I'd jot down a few things in here to make sure I don't forget...or something. Don't judge me, you goddamn notebook, I can tell those college-ruled pages of yours are giving me a look.
Later this year, I'll be celebrating the anniversary of the day I was caught robbing in Dublin. Excitement. I'll have to throw a party. (It's hard to convey sarcasm through one's handwriting, but needless to say, that was sarcasm.)
I don't know how much longer I'll be able to stay here until I slip up, but I hope it will be for quite some time. I like it here. There are pretty women and lots of gullible people to con out of valuables, which I find endlessly entertaining. This is a fairly nice city overall, once you get over the ... city-ness. Dublin was nicer, but it's better than Drogheda.
Ridley out.
Wake upMake a cheese omelette- Do the dishes
Research potential clients for apartment scamReview daily schedule of Mr. SmithReview daily schedule of Ms. JonesPick up some chicken at the grocery store for dinner(Rotisserie style, mmmm. Don't leave in freezer too long.)- Pull a "melon drop" in the park
- Make sure that cute artist girl doesn't catch you pulling a melon drop in the park...again
Go to the bank- Lunch?
Trip someone- Spend as LITTLE money as possible looking for new clothes
Have a nap;you know you want one, you lazy bastard (like hell I did)- Find the receipt for the pair of pants with the hole in them (Can't find, must have thrown away. Fuck.)
Remember NOT to phone home to the parents(noted)- Pick up some more cheap plates/broken glass for melon drop
- Research potential locations for a move
- Dinner?
- Do the dishes you've been putting off since this morning - and that means the cheese-covered pan from your messy-ass omelette
- Go out and enjoy yourself, you brute, you work too hard
- Get laid?
- Sleep
NOTES:
I'm not a very sentimental person, so this is definitely not a diary, but I thought I'd jot down a few things in here to make sure I don't forget...or something. Don't judge me, you goddamn notebook, I can tell those college-ruled pages of yours are giving me a look.
Later this year, I'll be celebrating the anniversary of the day I was caught robbing in Dublin. Excitement. I'll have to throw a party. (It's hard to convey sarcasm through one's handwriting, but needless to say, that was sarcasm.)
I don't know how much longer I'll be able to stay here until I slip up, but I hope it will be for quite some time. I like it here. There are pretty women and lots of gullible people to con out of valuables, which I find endlessly entertaining. This is a fairly nice city overall, once you get over the ... city-ness. Dublin was nicer, but it's better than Drogheda.
Ridley out.
