sweet marie, there's a hole where my heart should be.
i finally shaved off all the scruff... it was going on 10 days, and oddly enough, even though i looked like a redneck/child molester/t.v. magic queer, i was getting much more attention than without it. i am the same fucking person that i have been all my life, yet with a half-assed eighth grader beard i can pull 'em in... without the scruff, i may as well have open sores around my mouth.
i noticed this phenomenon before, when i was part of a localized ferret liberation scheme. we all altered our appearances before the act, and my disguise included growing a goatee and wearing a hat, something i never do. while in bro' mode, i got a lot more attention... basically the girls would come up and talk to me rather than the other way around.
it's funny... i spend all this time on grooming and no-one finds me interesting enough to talk to, and then when i say fuck it, and just let myself go, being all greasy and dirty and looking just like every other pseudo hipster at casey moore's, i gotta wear girl repellant... so, by keeping up appearances i'm actually keeping them away.
i finally went and checked out the shepherd fairey exhibit yesterday, and i really wasn't too impressed. i dig his artwork, sure, but it's rare that i look at art these days and think that i could not have done better... yeah, i guess he did it first, but alternating warhol-esque pictures of sid vicious? ooh! how punk! how revolutionary!
i caught the white stripes on friday, and they were much better the last time i saw them... they sounded okay, but they looked wore out, with none of the intensity of 6 months ago. it's good to see that i'm not the only one bored with their station in life. meg still looked great, in that snow-white kinda way. i'm just a sucker for that particular hair/skin combination.
everything looks and sounds oh so familiar... sometimes i like being just another satiated ant.
-bobby
i finally shaved off all the scruff... it was going on 10 days, and oddly enough, even though i looked like a redneck/child molester/t.v. magic queer, i was getting much more attention than without it. i am the same fucking person that i have been all my life, yet with a half-assed eighth grader beard i can pull 'em in... without the scruff, i may as well have open sores around my mouth.
i noticed this phenomenon before, when i was part of a localized ferret liberation scheme. we all altered our appearances before the act, and my disguise included growing a goatee and wearing a hat, something i never do. while in bro' mode, i got a lot more attention... basically the girls would come up and talk to me rather than the other way around.
it's funny... i spend all this time on grooming and no-one finds me interesting enough to talk to, and then when i say fuck it, and just let myself go, being all greasy and dirty and looking just like every other pseudo hipster at casey moore's, i gotta wear girl repellant... so, by keeping up appearances i'm actually keeping them away.
i finally went and checked out the shepherd fairey exhibit yesterday, and i really wasn't too impressed. i dig his artwork, sure, but it's rare that i look at art these days and think that i could not have done better... yeah, i guess he did it first, but alternating warhol-esque pictures of sid vicious? ooh! how punk! how revolutionary!
i caught the white stripes on friday, and they were much better the last time i saw them... they sounded okay, but they looked wore out, with none of the intensity of 6 months ago. it's good to see that i'm not the only one bored with their station in life. meg still looked great, in that snow-white kinda way. i'm just a sucker for that particular hair/skin combination.
everything looks and sounds oh so familiar... sometimes i like being just another satiated ant.
-bobby
About the ennui, I don't think love will solve it. I think love would be a temporary solution. Of course, I guess everything else is a temporary solution, too. Oh, well, nothing to be done.