sliver

so.
stayed out late last night.
went to a punk show..
though the music really didn't matter.
i met up with a guy there.
his name is gilbert.
yeah i know
a punk from alabama that no longer wears his docs or mohawk.
but keeps his Dead Kennedy's shirt handy.
we got along very well.
had a few beers went out for late night mexican food at a 24hour place.
i had a lengua torta..
so much for trying vegan this year..
i will try eventually.
he had
chorizo con huevos..
and hearing a southern boy try to speak spanish.
is beyond fun.
his voice has that really nice twang to it.
but usually not overbearing like my roomates.
he informed me of my california accent as well.
so we will see where this one goes.
it should be interesting.
works okay.
little more stressful than usual.
but its workign out well.
a coworker informed me that they were leaving and i know this is gonna send my headchef into a tizzy when they do.
and we are gonna have to deal with that.
i mean.
its worth it i mean the position offered sounds amazing.
so there is no other choice.
but
i know we are gonna get shit.
he tends to be quite passive aggressive.
and he curses quite a bit while he's upset.
and i really can handle it .
i mean he hasn't cursed at me for awhile.
'but i try my best not to get on his bad side
which ends up feeling mor elike i'm walking on eggshells.
which is a whole different thing.
i don't know.
it's interesting to say the least.
-m