iughtnuu. I think I feel down cause I'm not in the sg seattle scene very much anymore. I spend all day painting and then I have to spend time with the woman. I missed the canadians, and a bad ass party, plus a kind of fizzled crush. It seems like time is the only cure.
I just see myself acting out minor depression actions. Mostly not able to get out of bed in the morning. That bothers me the most. I'm gonna stay at jennies tonight. She usually has to get up early, so that might give me some gumption to get going. Plus painting all day tuesday-that'll help. I also need to call unemployment.
Front me some seretonin. Fuck it, maybe I should go on a road trip. How far is Bakersfeild from seattle?
We all like to talk about how the Internet is such a grounbreaking educational tool, but we're missing what it can teach us about ourselves. Porn sites are the window to the modern soul; they're glimpses into the twisted mind of a faceless society. All the deviancy Freud tried to deduce through decades of analysis is now completely exposed in seconds (or milliseconds, if you... Read More
"You're missing the point," she said. "What you're saying makes sense in theory, but not in practice. You're trying to compare apples and oranges."
"Why do you keep saying that?" he asked in response. "Apples and oranges aren't that different, really. I mean, they're both fruit. Their weight is extremely similar. They both contain acidic elements. They're both roughly spherical. They serve the same social... Read More
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
I've got my phone programmed to ring with specific rings based on who you are in my address book. If no address matches, I hear the Dr. Who theme song and don't pick up. Life's easier that way.
Although, a satellite TV installer used to have my number before I got it. I got sick of telling people that they had the wrong number, so I started scheduling them for appointments instead and then pretending I didn't know what they were talking about when they called back.
"Sometimes they'll cheat with the nude pictures they send of themselves," McLaughlin says. "They'll send a picture of a penis they've dragged off the Internet. I've got one penis eight people claim is theirs. It's like a time-share penis."
"Sometimes they'll cheat with the nude pictures they send of themselves," McLaughlin says. "They'll send a picture of a penis they've dragged of the Internet. I've got one penis eight people claim is theirs. It's like a time-share penis."
And in other news; lyrics that I really like that I really wish I didn't:
Breathe in for luck,
breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed,
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull,
these hearts they race,
from self control.
Your... Read More
In S.F. they don't usually come off the curb until safe, in Berkeley they will walk out in front you sure bet... any color of light, in Oakland it depends where you're at and who you're with. Nice words...yours?