You know it's bad when your shrink tells you to quit your bitchin' and "just get laid man".
And now, a bunch of questions with no answers.
(Or that have answers that I don't want to think too hard about)
1. Why is there a liquor cabinet at my job?
2. Why is said cabinet stocked directly from a distributor?
3. Why have I shipped items to Slash (Gun's-N-Roses/Velvet Revolver), Jim Cook (Alabama), Bob Segur's keyboardist, and Digital Undergound from the job?
4. Why haven't I been fired?
(You can probably guess the answer to that one)
5. Why is my brand new CD Burner a piece of shit?
6. Why is there an uncanny number of guys my age dating girls my girlfriends age in this city?
7. um.... (gulp) girlfriend?
(actually the answer to this question is no. She enjoys being single and doesn't want to be tied down. Yet we talk at least four times a day... plus she's still hung up on her ex.)
8. Why did her ex buy me lunch today?
9. Why does Chucky Cheese sell beer and wine?
10. Why am I now obsessed with having my birthday at Chucky Cheese at the age of 23?
11. Why am I writing this list of questions?
This didn't exactly go as planned. I promise a more coherent entry next time. (assuming I don't kill 2 many brain cells at the party in C-bus.)
And now, a bunch of questions with no answers.
(Or that have answers that I don't want to think too hard about)
1. Why is there a liquor cabinet at my job?
2. Why is said cabinet stocked directly from a distributor?
3. Why have I shipped items to Slash (Gun's-N-Roses/Velvet Revolver), Jim Cook (Alabama), Bob Segur's keyboardist, and Digital Undergound from the job?
4. Why haven't I been fired?
(You can probably guess the answer to that one)
5. Why is my brand new CD Burner a piece of shit?
6. Why is there an uncanny number of guys my age dating girls my girlfriends age in this city?
7. um.... (gulp) girlfriend?
(actually the answer to this question is no. She enjoys being single and doesn't want to be tied down. Yet we talk at least four times a day... plus she's still hung up on her ex.)
8. Why did her ex buy me lunch today?
9. Why does Chucky Cheese sell beer and wine?
10. Why am I now obsessed with having my birthday at Chucky Cheese at the age of 23?
11. Why am I writing this list of questions?
This didn't exactly go as planned. I promise a more coherent entry next time. (assuming I don't kill 2 many brain cells at the party in C-bus.)
1) Man has a penchant for poisoning and enslaving his fellow man and it shows no signs of changing.
2) Cause when yer Scrooge McDuck ad yer sittin' on a vault of gold while yer peasants rot away in misery you can't exactly give them any kinda breathin' room or they're libel to put ya in the guillotine just like Marie Antoinette and all of them faggy french aristocrats.
3) Cause if someone doesn't actually have talent or at least a non-disposable talent and just so happens to be a celebrity figure it helps to dull the pain with drug and alcohol abuse. It's better to trick yourself into thinking you are worthwhile.
4) You're probably clever and from what I gather upper management are some of the most visionless and empty sacks of membrane. Either that or the last guy in yer position was the Beltway sniper and then yer libel to look like the employee of the year regardless if the Chernobyl melts down.
5) I think the whole process of MP3, CD-Rs, burning, is defective from the git-go. Minidisk is the way to rock like the hurricane. They're practically flawless and take a good beating. An Irishman such as myself can appreciate such manliness.
6) You gotta sink them fillys before they get too wise and/or hardened by our failing civilization. I know it sounds pathetic but that's the only way I can get the checkered flag. If the lass in question is between 17-20 chances are you can impress her with only the topical comprehension of literature, music, film, and current events. Plus a winning body and big dick are sure fire. So someone without the golden gloves mentioned before, you gotta possess a mighty gift of gab. Why try for the holy grail when there is plenty of dixie cups lookin' for a picnic?
7) It's too temporary these days to even warrant being called a "stage". I wish this was 1950 and I would be a rooster in the hen house. Perhaps I can thrive in an Islamic community and their upper hand they deal the male species.
8) He's one them "atta boy" motherfuckers. Bury the hatchet and go campin' with the boy scouts. I don't know shit about dick. Never look a gift horse in the mouth. That's been a running theme with my journal posts as of late.
9) Parents gotta have some kind of down pillow to nustle upon while they gaze at the horror their babylonian humping has wrought upon this dying sphere. It's kind of a refreshment for the Grand Guignol that is Happy Fun Land Carbohydrate Castle. Last meal and testament. Fuck it, when the going gets weird the weird turn pro and, man, I'm sharpening my skates as we speak.
10) Reminsicing over the time before the poison flowed through yer young adult bones and complication had little resonance outside the realms of PB&J or Ham & Cheese. We've all got it comin', kid.
11) Never knew much about existentialism, jack. Must say I plied my trade in the "Meat N' Potatoes" district. Lotta double knits for nitwits. To be or not to be, righto? Hell, I'm just sippin' some ale and a-waitin' on the horsemen who've got my card when it needs to be pulled. Anything else is doing all right with out my meddlin' ways. Sorry, it's been one of those days.
keep yer head up