Brevik drinks an orange soda:
Brevik is outside Champlain Farms, drinking an orange soda and smoking a cigarette, watching the sun go down.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Wednesday, 4/16/08, 6:20 pm
Brevik sends a photograph:
From work at Champlain Farms, Brevik has sent a picture message to my cell phone containing a photograph of the new Pope's face, with text reading: "Yo, check out the pope." This is the latest in a series of bizarre photographs Brevik has sent me, which began when he got a new phone that can take and send pictures.
From work at Champlain Farms, Brevik has sent a picture message to my cell phone containing a photograph of the new Pope's face, with text reading: "Yo, check out the pope." This is the latest in a series of bizarre photographs Brevik has sent me, which began when he got a new phone that can take and send pictures.
Wednesday, 4/16/08, 1:04 pm
Brevik wakes up:
Brevik has woken up and come downstairs. He's not wearing a shirt and he's scratching his head, saying, "What's up, guys?" He went into the bathroom, then came out and went back upstairs.
Brevik has woken up and come downstairs. He's not wearing a shirt and he's scratching his head, saying, "What's up, guys?" He went into the bathroom, then came out and went back upstairs.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Wednesday, 4/16/08, 12:57 am
Brevik wins "Go Fish":
Brevik has won a game of Go Fish with five four-of-a-kind piles. No one quite knows how he did so well, the bastard. Both Jills maintain that he looked at their hands. He is sitting on the big blue couch meshing his hands together in a slowly undulating, evil scheming manner.
Brevik has won a game of Go Fish with five four-of-a-kind piles. No one quite knows how he did so well, the bastard. Both Jills maintain that he looked at their hands. He is sitting on the big blue couch meshing his hands together in a slowly undulating, evil scheming manner.
Tuesday, 4/15/08, 11:31 pm
Brevik gets home:
Brevik has just arrived home from work saying, "Hey there."
He has a couple 40s, and, when asked if he wants to play asshole, says, "Yeah."
He went upstairs to put his stuff down.
Brevik has just arrived home from work saying, "Hey there."
He has a couple 40s, and, when asked if he wants to play asshole, says, "Yeah."
He went upstairs to put his stuff down.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Tuesday, 4/15/08, 12:29 am
Brevik goes to bed:
Brevik and Jill have gone upstairs to bed. Brevik is going to put a movie on while they fall asleep, but he's not sure which one. Jill suggested "I Heart Huckabees," and Brevik said "I was thinking about it. We'll figure it out."
Brevik invited Quaid up to bed with them, but he's still chasing Melina around.
Brevik and Jill have gone upstairs to bed. Brevik is going to put a movie on while they fall asleep, but he's not sure which one. Jill suggested "I Heart Huckabees," and Brevik said "I was thinking about it. We'll figure it out."
Brevik invited Quaid up to bed with them, but he's still chasing Melina around.
Monday, 4/14/08, 11:50 pm
Brevik eats a Push-Pop:
Brevik has rapidly scarfed a sherbert flavored Push-Pop, and, having licked the gray cardboard bottom-piece clean, applied his mouth to the lower end of the tube and blew forcefully, propelling the cardboard end out with a pop, which landed on the far end of the table and bounced off onto the ground.
"Dude, that's what you did with those things when you were a kid," says Brevik.
Brevik has rapidly scarfed a sherbert flavored Push-Pop, and, having licked the gray cardboard bottom-piece clean, applied his mouth to the lower end of the tube and blew forcefully, propelling the cardboard end out with a pop, which landed on the far end of the table and bounced off onto the ground.
"Dude, that's what you did with those things when you were a kid," says Brevik.
Monday, 4/14/08, 11:40 pm
Brevik eats a donut:
Jill has gotten one of Brevik's donuts from the kitchen, a white powdered sugar dusted kind. She has already eaten some: "You pounded that donut," says Brevik.
Jill has gotten one of Brevik's donuts from the kitchen, a white powdered sugar dusted kind. She has already eaten some: "You pounded that donut," says Brevik.
Monday, 4/14/08, 11:26 pm
Brevik is home:
Brevik has arrived home, commenting, "This house smells like shit. Kind of looks similar too." He was unhappy that I had not greeted him, while typing about his entrance. He is beginning to eat his food, saying, "You gotta be shittin' me, man. This chicken's hard as a rock. I should write an email to Burger King and get a free burger."
Brevik and Jill are sharing their food, as they sit on the big blue couch with Quaid the cat investigating. "Hey, Quaid," says Brevik.
Brevik has arrived home, commenting, "This house smells like shit. Kind of looks similar too." He was unhappy that I had not greeted him, while typing about his entrance. He is beginning to eat his food, saying, "You gotta be shittin' me, man. This chicken's hard as a rock. I should write an email to Burger King and get a free burger."
Brevik and Jill are sharing their food, as they sit on the big blue couch with Quaid the cat investigating. "Hey, Quaid," says Brevik.
Monday, 4/14/08, 11:12 pm
Brevik just got out of work:
Brevik is in the driver seat of his mint green Ford Escort Sedan in the Burger King drive-through, pulling up to the window to get food after work. He is also getting food for Dan and Jill, and just got off the phone with Jereme. He will be home in "like 20 minutes."
Brevik is in the driver seat of his mint green Ford Escort Sedan in the Burger King drive-through, pulling up to the window to get food after work. He is also getting food for Dan and Jill, and just got off the phone with Jereme. He will be home in "like 20 minutes."
Monday, 4/14/08, 10:16 pm
Brevik is still at work:
Brevik is sitting on the counter behind the register, facing the store, kicking his feet. No one is in the store, and even his co-worker is outside. He doesn't know what she's doing. He hasn't recently dealt with any particularly memorable customers, and is wondering why I keep calling asking about what exactly he's doing.
Brevik is sitting on the counter behind the register, facing the store, kicking his feet. No one is in the store, and even his co-worker is outside. He doesn't know what she's doing. He hasn't recently dealt with any particularly memorable customers, and is wondering why I keep calling asking about what exactly he's doing.
Monday, 4/14/08, 9:44 pm
Brevik is at work:
Brevik is currently working the cash register at Champlain Farms. It is busy "some" and he gets off in about an hour and a half. He is wearing a green Champlain Farms polo shirt with a "Steve" nametag.
Brevik is currently working the cash register at Champlain Farms. It is busy "some" and he gets off in about an hour and a half. He is wearing a green Champlain Farms polo shirt with a "Steve" nametag.
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