fancyketchup's back and that's really all that matters at the moment. no offense to anyone else hear that may be reading.
i'm saddened, but not bothered (there are ideas and lines drawn) that both louise and kiscica have left the site. i am glad to no little extent that i have become friends with those two impressive young women in their short tenure of involvement with this place, and i wish them no less than the best of luck in their future endevors. endevours? i can't remember. i'm just glad that i can drop them a line outside of this little cherade if i need to. cherade? i really can't remember how to spell tonight.
i went to a bar alone tonight. as i was walking in a man walked out past me simultaneously, almost- it was a handing off of door handles. he came back inside after some sort of cellphone conversation and looked down hard into his glass, then decided to tell me about his father, who is currently resting in a vegetative state in a northern new jersey hospital. i attempted to be empathetic, but could in no real way commisserate [sic]. i bought him a shot. his ex-girl showed up to drive him home. she was quite a woman. by "quite a woman" i mean that the usually very polite 40-something bartender asked me after they left how i thought that any self respecting man could associate with that kind of "crazy bitch". i had no answer. if i hadn't known she was his ex, i honestly would have thought she was a prostitute. the bartender nodded agreement.
andy and jesse eventually showed up after seeing fahrenheit 9/11 again (support of sales means support of democrats?) and we had quite the little political discussion. when i saw moore's film all i know is that when he was discussing the carlyle group i wish he had shown the "loews" logo, since we had been watching it in a loews theatre and we had gotten in for free, since randy got us in, as he works for loews.
i enjoyed spiderman 2 very much, except for the waiting on line outside part. it was by far the best superhero movie i have ever seen. the first comic book i ever read was a spiderman book (i believe it was amazing, #272 [though i could be wrong] purchased when i was around 6 years old). i haven't read in years. i hear aunt may is dead now; i also heard mary jane died in the world trade center plane crashes, but the series seems to have reset, not to mention i could really give a fuck, but... what have you.
i went to buy some cds today. at a music store. i found nothing that i was looking for, but bought some other things instead. i have not enough money for the things i purchased, but i felt compelled to buy something anyway. i enjoy my purchases, but they weren't what i actually wanted. the girl at the cash register asked if i had found everything i was looking for. i stoppped the no in my throat so as to not complicate her work day. they didn't actually have anything i was looking for and i bought things that i had only vaguely been thinking about before. but really, what good would it have done to tell her that her store didn't carry the most underground of the underground. would she care? probably not. even if she did, would she have a say in ordering practices? i doubt it.
jessica just appeared on the screen so i say "goodnight".
goodnight.
"to lost loves, absent friends, and old gods in the season of mists, and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due."
my love to you.
i'm saddened, but not bothered (there are ideas and lines drawn) that both louise and kiscica have left the site. i am glad to no little extent that i have become friends with those two impressive young women in their short tenure of involvement with this place, and i wish them no less than the best of luck in their future endevors. endevours? i can't remember. i'm just glad that i can drop them a line outside of this little cherade if i need to. cherade? i really can't remember how to spell tonight.
i went to a bar alone tonight. as i was walking in a man walked out past me simultaneously, almost- it was a handing off of door handles. he came back inside after some sort of cellphone conversation and looked down hard into his glass, then decided to tell me about his father, who is currently resting in a vegetative state in a northern new jersey hospital. i attempted to be empathetic, but could in no real way commisserate [sic]. i bought him a shot. his ex-girl showed up to drive him home. she was quite a woman. by "quite a woman" i mean that the usually very polite 40-something bartender asked me after they left how i thought that any self respecting man could associate with that kind of "crazy bitch". i had no answer. if i hadn't known she was his ex, i honestly would have thought she was a prostitute. the bartender nodded agreement.
andy and jesse eventually showed up after seeing fahrenheit 9/11 again (support of sales means support of democrats?) and we had quite the little political discussion. when i saw moore's film all i know is that when he was discussing the carlyle group i wish he had shown the "loews" logo, since we had been watching it in a loews theatre and we had gotten in for free, since randy got us in, as he works for loews.
i enjoyed spiderman 2 very much, except for the waiting on line outside part. it was by far the best superhero movie i have ever seen. the first comic book i ever read was a spiderman book (i believe it was amazing, #272 [though i could be wrong] purchased when i was around 6 years old). i haven't read in years. i hear aunt may is dead now; i also heard mary jane died in the world trade center plane crashes, but the series seems to have reset, not to mention i could really give a fuck, but... what have you.
i went to buy some cds today. at a music store. i found nothing that i was looking for, but bought some other things instead. i have not enough money for the things i purchased, but i felt compelled to buy something anyway. i enjoy my purchases, but they weren't what i actually wanted. the girl at the cash register asked if i had found everything i was looking for. i stoppped the no in my throat so as to not complicate her work day. they didn't actually have anything i was looking for and i bought things that i had only vaguely been thinking about before. but really, what good would it have done to tell her that her store didn't carry the most underground of the underground. would she care? probably not. even if she did, would she have a say in ordering practices? i doubt it.
jessica just appeared on the screen so i say "goodnight".
goodnight.
"to lost loves, absent friends, and old gods in the season of mists, and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due."
my love to you.
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