Sammys off on a social jag. This happens every so often, whenever he starts hanging out with actual peoplenot people he meets online when hes playing his goofy assed games.
The kid feels socially inadequate. He hears of the great social conquests of the guys at work and immediately wants to go out and work up some stories himself.
Something to tell on those boring Monday mornings.
He feels left out, as he should. For the past year or so Ive been trying to get the fucker out of the house. Do something, anything. Get out, do something, meet people.
And Im the unsociable one of the bunchthe antisocial, the misanthrope.
We didnt have to go anywhere specific, just out, someplace. Film something, say something, experience something. But everytime I hit on a good idea of something to do, someplace to go, he would blow me off.
Maybe tomorrow.
Lemme level up first.
Hang on, I finally got a party going, getting good exp.
I dunno.
I dunno is Ss way of saying No without actually saying No.
But now hes got a social hair up his ass, when I actually need time to work on some stuff, and WE NEED TO GO OUT, NOW!
Dinner first. Which is cool. S knew everyone at the dinner, the workers et al, because his family eats there all the time. Glass of tea, some coffee, cigarettes and conversation. This was cool, and s was picking up the tabhed just been paid Fridayand I was tired of paying for everything everytime we go out.
But, whereas I make no point of talking about however much money Im spending, however much I have, S makes a big ol deal of it.
Just tea and coffee? Cmon get something else, Im buyingI got a hunnie on me, more in the bank. Get whatever you want.
Im glad to know hes financially viable now, buthes very much a control freak. Hes paying, we do what he wants. When I pay, majority winstwo wanna go wherever? Sure. Whatever.
S gets an attitude and I say nothing, I dont wanna be taken as jealous, I just dont like being told what to do. Ever.
He gets this way, like I said, whenever hes around people, real people, his own age.
The guys at work suggested Club Cabaret(Strip Club), lets go there!
Its a sausage partythe smell of stale beer, masturbation, sweat, and throbbing house music doesnt sound too appetizing. The last thing I need is to be surrounded by a bunch of horny, drunk assholes.
Dude, its supposed to be cool!
Nah, Im fine.
And I dunno which part of me hit on the bright idea to drink beer, but here I am, standing infront of a pool table in a rinky-dink bar/bowling alley holding a beer. Whatever light beer. The place is 2/3rds dead at 1130pm on a Saturday night. Im sipping this beer, trying to get it gone, thinking I should have gotten a Cuba Libre or a Tequila Sunrise or something, anything other than this fizzy donkey piss.
I should have just paid the bar-maid $2.30 to piss in my mouth, atleast then Id have a story to tell.
You know, to the guys at work on Monday.
But I only have four bucks on me and I reckon the lady behind the bar would charge a bit more.
I dont play pool well, at all, and I keep getting my ass kicked. I dunno why Im playing, I dont even know why Im here. S keeps talking about going to Club Cabaret, but it doesnt sound like a good plan.
The dart machine thingie doesnt work. Theres no darts or anything. This dude started dancing with me, I didnt even realize it. He kept calling me Chucks, a reference to my shoes. He tells me hes drunk and high and happy to be out of Morton.
Hes there with his wife and kid; the kids inna car seat thats sitting on a table. He keeps getting really close to me, spitting beer and stuff on my shirt. His hands are sweaty and he smells like an 8th grade gym class.
Beer, Ive come to believe, is an acquired taste. Something that one needs to be built up over the years. But I dont have the patience or dedication for it.
S pays for the next two beers and later, standing in a CitCo in fucking Treemont or something, Im browsing the cigars and rolling papers. Theres an ATM standing next to me, a girl standing infront of it. I ask for her PIN number and there goes five minutes. A pleasant enough conversation about Treemont, bars, and her boyfriendwho she mentioned within the first few smiles and lines. I know she smelled the beer on me, the sweat and Im sure I said fuck a thousand times.
She must have thought I was a bar-hopper or something. The way she saw me is the reason girls are so intimidated by guys.
Im not trying to get laid, Im not trying to make your acquaintance, Im just bored and bored and am the only one of my crew that feels comfortable shooting shit with girls they dont know. And bored.
This isnt what I said, only what I thought whilst staring at her sympathetic eyes, her nervous mouth.
Whatever, another wasted weekend.
Watched Closer Friday. I found it boring and pretentious; the dialogue was supposed to be quick and witty, but it sounded rushed, fake andwell, pretentious.
The story was toothless, predictable, weak-edged, and, again, pretentious.
Yuppies who speak in pretentious theatrics? Count me out, thanks anyway.
Clive Owen was the only bright spot.
Im giving the impression that I hated it, but thats not true. I just found it boring and completely forgetful. Lifeless, transparent, and lacking in anything resembling aesthetic charm or style (cept N. Portmans outfits).
I would say that it was a case of substance over stylebut it lacked anything substantial. And there was no discernable soundtrack to speak of, either. The fact that there was a composer or music director at all is completely shocking. This fact only amplified the slug-like pacing.
The characters lived in a world where everyone spoke in expository, heavyhanded dialogueby the end of the film, I wasnt surprised to learn that it was a film treatment of a stage play.
Boring, boring, boring, boring and I kept hearing that the film would depress me. It just bored me to death. Nearly.
But if youve ever wanted to see a kid get mauled, torn apart by hyenas, then The Exorcist: The Beginning is the flick for you!
It was trite and light on characters, suspense, and plot, but it was terrifically bloody/gory, acted decently, and shot beautifully.
The lighting, camera positions, and angles were wonderful. If and when a directors cut comes out (the current cut was edited to reach an R rating, originally it was NC17).
And Sideways kinda disappointed me. it was a great movie with wonderful characters and excellent dialogue, but it was overhyped, I think. Kinda like Garden State. Good nonetheless, gonna buy it and stuff.
Thumbing thru a Medical Dictionary at work, I found these interesting words:
--The dread of possibility of having to go to Hell: Hadehpobia
--Habitual cursing involving Hell: Hadehoria
--Morbid feeling one is condemned to Hell: Tartarosis
--Preoccupation with thoughts of Hell: Hadephrenia
--Artificial male sex organs used by females as an instrument of masturbation: Dildos, Godemiche, Olisbos
--Lack of sexual desire in females: Frigidity
--Lack of sexual desire in males: Alarsenia (see, completely differentsounds kinda like a combination of Arson and Alarm, huh?)
--Morbid urge to recall forgotten name of a person or thing: Nomanamnosis
--Morbid urge to recall forgotten word: Laganamnosis
--Sexual desire towards animals: Zoolagnia
--Sexual gratification derived from beating or mutilating a dead body: Necrosadism
So, if you get an erection when yr beating that dead horse youre a Zoolagnic Necrosadist. Ahem.
--Morbid tendency to tell jokes: Moria
--Morbid verbosity: Periphrosis
They say that yr not supposed to inhale cigars, but i do anyway. Take that, Lungs!
Boop.
Habitual living
Daily schedule consisted of work
Television and sexual moments
But some times it gets so hopeless
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love
Fear of the results had push ever came to shove
Seduced for fun
Produce a a lot of fight
Two youths on the run
Learning some truth about life
And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon
The time the talks they share walking around calhoon
And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps
She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep
Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh
I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path?
The one you take a bath with is the same one that freezes your ass
Oh you going out? what time you goin be back?
Cause they were two perfect kids
In a two perfect worlds
Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Now she was smart
She grew up with this complex
That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world
And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall
Though he'd seen it all
Until his all became that girl
She said she loves the drugs
But when she comes down
She speaks about finishing
She's convinced its the last visit
He doesn't know the difference between come and go
Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot
She died her hair black
Maybe now she can relax
Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard
He wears a old face and beer gut
Existence validation printed on the monthly statements
That comes from master card
He thinks she sleeps to much
She thinks he spends to much
He thinks her friends are jokes
She thinks he's out of touch
He thinks she drinks to much
She think he thinks to much
Its all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up
She's has seen a lot of sex
He tried to hide his resentment
But there wasn't nothing thing left for them to label new
But sometimes the obvious ain't simple to see
Cause even the time that they killed
Wasn't something that she wasnt accustomed too
She never comprehended what to make of it
He was never quite prepared to study the reaching
Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing
The weather was fair how ever the hovering clouds weren't leaving
Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work
And live in That congested brain
They had old lovers on the side old flames
That some how managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains
And each time they mixed up the ingredients
They'd recheck the recipe to see maybe they written it incorrectly
Collect me
Consume me
Release me
Snuggle
Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle
The kid feels socially inadequate. He hears of the great social conquests of the guys at work and immediately wants to go out and work up some stories himself.
Something to tell on those boring Monday mornings.
He feels left out, as he should. For the past year or so Ive been trying to get the fucker out of the house. Do something, anything. Get out, do something, meet people.
And Im the unsociable one of the bunchthe antisocial, the misanthrope.
We didnt have to go anywhere specific, just out, someplace. Film something, say something, experience something. But everytime I hit on a good idea of something to do, someplace to go, he would blow me off.
Maybe tomorrow.
Lemme level up first.
Hang on, I finally got a party going, getting good exp.
I dunno.
I dunno is Ss way of saying No without actually saying No.
But now hes got a social hair up his ass, when I actually need time to work on some stuff, and WE NEED TO GO OUT, NOW!
Dinner first. Which is cool. S knew everyone at the dinner, the workers et al, because his family eats there all the time. Glass of tea, some coffee, cigarettes and conversation. This was cool, and s was picking up the tabhed just been paid Fridayand I was tired of paying for everything everytime we go out.
But, whereas I make no point of talking about however much money Im spending, however much I have, S makes a big ol deal of it.
Just tea and coffee? Cmon get something else, Im buyingI got a hunnie on me, more in the bank. Get whatever you want.
Im glad to know hes financially viable now, buthes very much a control freak. Hes paying, we do what he wants. When I pay, majority winstwo wanna go wherever? Sure. Whatever.
S gets an attitude and I say nothing, I dont wanna be taken as jealous, I just dont like being told what to do. Ever.
He gets this way, like I said, whenever hes around people, real people, his own age.
The guys at work suggested Club Cabaret(Strip Club), lets go there!
Its a sausage partythe smell of stale beer, masturbation, sweat, and throbbing house music doesnt sound too appetizing. The last thing I need is to be surrounded by a bunch of horny, drunk assholes.
Dude, its supposed to be cool!
Nah, Im fine.
And I dunno which part of me hit on the bright idea to drink beer, but here I am, standing infront of a pool table in a rinky-dink bar/bowling alley holding a beer. Whatever light beer. The place is 2/3rds dead at 1130pm on a Saturday night. Im sipping this beer, trying to get it gone, thinking I should have gotten a Cuba Libre or a Tequila Sunrise or something, anything other than this fizzy donkey piss.
I should have just paid the bar-maid $2.30 to piss in my mouth, atleast then Id have a story to tell.
You know, to the guys at work on Monday.
But I only have four bucks on me and I reckon the lady behind the bar would charge a bit more.
I dont play pool well, at all, and I keep getting my ass kicked. I dunno why Im playing, I dont even know why Im here. S keeps talking about going to Club Cabaret, but it doesnt sound like a good plan.
The dart machine thingie doesnt work. Theres no darts or anything. This dude started dancing with me, I didnt even realize it. He kept calling me Chucks, a reference to my shoes. He tells me hes drunk and high and happy to be out of Morton.
Hes there with his wife and kid; the kids inna car seat thats sitting on a table. He keeps getting really close to me, spitting beer and stuff on my shirt. His hands are sweaty and he smells like an 8th grade gym class.
Beer, Ive come to believe, is an acquired taste. Something that one needs to be built up over the years. But I dont have the patience or dedication for it.
S pays for the next two beers and later, standing in a CitCo in fucking Treemont or something, Im browsing the cigars and rolling papers. Theres an ATM standing next to me, a girl standing infront of it. I ask for her PIN number and there goes five minutes. A pleasant enough conversation about Treemont, bars, and her boyfriendwho she mentioned within the first few smiles and lines. I know she smelled the beer on me, the sweat and Im sure I said fuck a thousand times.
She must have thought I was a bar-hopper or something. The way she saw me is the reason girls are so intimidated by guys.
Im not trying to get laid, Im not trying to make your acquaintance, Im just bored and bored and am the only one of my crew that feels comfortable shooting shit with girls they dont know. And bored.
This isnt what I said, only what I thought whilst staring at her sympathetic eyes, her nervous mouth.
Whatever, another wasted weekend.
Watched Closer Friday. I found it boring and pretentious; the dialogue was supposed to be quick and witty, but it sounded rushed, fake andwell, pretentious.
The story was toothless, predictable, weak-edged, and, again, pretentious.
Yuppies who speak in pretentious theatrics? Count me out, thanks anyway.
Clive Owen was the only bright spot.
Im giving the impression that I hated it, but thats not true. I just found it boring and completely forgetful. Lifeless, transparent, and lacking in anything resembling aesthetic charm or style (cept N. Portmans outfits).
I would say that it was a case of substance over stylebut it lacked anything substantial. And there was no discernable soundtrack to speak of, either. The fact that there was a composer or music director at all is completely shocking. This fact only amplified the slug-like pacing.
The characters lived in a world where everyone spoke in expository, heavyhanded dialogueby the end of the film, I wasnt surprised to learn that it was a film treatment of a stage play.
Boring, boring, boring, boring and I kept hearing that the film would depress me. It just bored me to death. Nearly.
But if youve ever wanted to see a kid get mauled, torn apart by hyenas, then The Exorcist: The Beginning is the flick for you!
It was trite and light on characters, suspense, and plot, but it was terrifically bloody/gory, acted decently, and shot beautifully.
The lighting, camera positions, and angles were wonderful. If and when a directors cut comes out (the current cut was edited to reach an R rating, originally it was NC17).
And Sideways kinda disappointed me. it was a great movie with wonderful characters and excellent dialogue, but it was overhyped, I think. Kinda like Garden State. Good nonetheless, gonna buy it and stuff.
Thumbing thru a Medical Dictionary at work, I found these interesting words:
--The dread of possibility of having to go to Hell: Hadehpobia
--Habitual cursing involving Hell: Hadehoria
--Morbid feeling one is condemned to Hell: Tartarosis
--Preoccupation with thoughts of Hell: Hadephrenia
--Artificial male sex organs used by females as an instrument of masturbation: Dildos, Godemiche, Olisbos
--Lack of sexual desire in females: Frigidity
--Lack of sexual desire in males: Alarsenia (see, completely differentsounds kinda like a combination of Arson and Alarm, huh?)
--Morbid urge to recall forgotten name of a person or thing: Nomanamnosis
--Morbid urge to recall forgotten word: Laganamnosis
--Sexual desire towards animals: Zoolagnia
--Sexual gratification derived from beating or mutilating a dead body: Necrosadism
So, if you get an erection when yr beating that dead horse youre a Zoolagnic Necrosadist. Ahem.
--Morbid tendency to tell jokes: Moria
--Morbid verbosity: Periphrosis
They say that yr not supposed to inhale cigars, but i do anyway. Take that, Lungs!
Boop.
Habitual living
Daily schedule consisted of work
Television and sexual moments
But some times it gets so hopeless
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love
Fear of the results had push ever came to shove
Seduced for fun
Produce a a lot of fight
Two youths on the run
Learning some truth about life
And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon
The time the talks they share walking around calhoon
And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps
She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep
Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh
I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path?
The one you take a bath with is the same one that freezes your ass
Oh you going out? what time you goin be back?
Cause they were two perfect kids
In a two perfect worlds
Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Now she was smart
She grew up with this complex
That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world
And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall
Though he'd seen it all
Until his all became that girl
She said she loves the drugs
But when she comes down
She speaks about finishing
She's convinced its the last visit
He doesn't know the difference between come and go
Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot
She died her hair black
Maybe now she can relax
Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard
He wears a old face and beer gut
Existence validation printed on the monthly statements
That comes from master card
He thinks she sleeps to much
She thinks he spends to much
He thinks her friends are jokes
She thinks he's out of touch
He thinks she drinks to much
She think he thinks to much
Its all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up
She's has seen a lot of sex
He tried to hide his resentment
But there wasn't nothing thing left for them to label new
But sometimes the obvious ain't simple to see
Cause even the time that they killed
Wasn't something that she wasnt accustomed too
She never comprehended what to make of it
He was never quite prepared to study the reaching
Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing
The weather was fair how ever the hovering clouds weren't leaving
Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work
And live in That congested brain
They had old lovers on the side old flames
That some how managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains
And each time they mixed up the ingredients
They'd recheck the recipe to see maybe they written it incorrectly
Collect me
Consume me
Release me
Snuggle
Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle
i think there was a time when i didn't like beer, waaaay back in the day, if your interested in starting a palatable acquistion for the stuff, i could send you a list of good uns to start out on.
" you like a certain type of guy, so all the guys essentially have something in common, you know--so the first guy you loved (i'm guessing it was the first guy) will have a lasting effect, yeah? so every guy yr with, you'll see bits of him in em."...
ummm, the first love, he ended up in prison because of his hippy lifestyle and his "love of the cheeb" the second was waaaay different, think of the guy from American psycho and i'd like to think i'm beyond types...even though theres probally some truth in this...maybe. i was talking more about my morbid and sick obsession to seek out old loves...you know the drunken phone call at 3am and desperatly try to rekindle some sick idealized bullshit...see the 12 person rule...anywho
sooo i dig the poem or song or whatever,... its very fitting to my situaltion...i think?
your pictures make you seem more like a deep dark serial killer, is that what you were goin for?, i think you look more like a cute whimsicle serial killer... uhhh.. well different than your pictures anyway.