Well that last entry went over like a comedic lump of dogshit.
It was suppose to be a parody on SG names and just how moronic I find so many to be. Except for my "Friends" - XiXi, you are borderline. Kidding.
This will be my first journal in a while that doesn't include my nonsensical poems and scribblings or what have you. This is a back to the basics journal.
I am in my seventh or eighth week here in East Williamsburg, Brooklyn and still unemployed. Mostly because I am not sure what I want to do, and I am a slacker to the very core. However, when the job prevails itself I work like a 100 dollar hooker a week before retirement. But as it happens, sporadic depression is unavoidable in these out of work doldrums days. I went down to the NYC Board of Education and it managed to discourage me more than encourage. Fucking depressing. Apathy round every corner. Signs of urban positivism melting off the wall from the sheer lie of it all.
So as I wait for the NY teaching certification, I hit Craigs list and Monster like every other jobless dope in the Tri-State area. And now I leave this journal because Unsolved Mysteries is on Lifetime Channel. Be Back later in the day to finish. See what I mean?
Actually, I am getting bored of Unsolved Mysteries, and all other daytime TV offerings with their demo graphed TV commercials aimed at young mommies and their feminine needs.
Listening to "Joes Garage"...Watermelon in Easter Hay. Fits the gloomy shit NYC weather. Christ I gotta do something.
I am suppose to go into Manhattan with my rude lesbo roommate so she can pick up her check at Andy's Chee Pee's and I can return my Black Razon phone and some books I never read at Borders in return for store credit. Books for CDs and DVDs.
Anyway, not overly horny, and that is a good thing. I'd rather not be horny than horny any day of the week. Where did that come from? If the rain stops I might check out a place called Movida tonight. Time Out NY says Tuesday is especially hip, and we all know that whatever TONY says is the gospel according to Luke. Moviada was the revolution in France that incorporated a lot of new wave film directors and chic music, actors, etc, in the movement - ever see that
Bertollucci film? The Dreamers? That kind of nonsense. Though I shouldn't because phlegm just won't move out of my lungs like you see in the Mucinex commercials. The fuckers made a mansion in my broccoli.
Zenyotta Mendotta on now - Canary in a Coal mine.
ALSO, IF ANYONE IS A FANE OF LONDON'S THE CLIENTELE, I HAVE AN EXTRA TICKET YOU CAN HAVE FOR FREE IN EXCHANGE FOR 3 BEERS, AS LONG AS YOU ARE NOT A PENCIL NECKED GEEK - PREFERABLY A WOMAN.
Watch while the credit system fucks you in the ass uh, huh
You didn't see that serpeant sleeping in the grass, uh, huh
Hey, Adam, your girlfriend has a pretty nice ass uh, huh
That apple that she gave you was bad, uh, huh
Young man in your wheelchair stop whining you shouldn't have mortaged your farm, get up and start working on your crippled leg
you practiced and now can use your arm
it is my duty to sing this song
people have waited to long
my country needs me
like right needs wrong
quentin charles may I have a wank tonight?
young man in your wheel chair stop whining
get up and start working on your crippled leg
you practiced and can now use your arm
you can't beat nature at cards.....
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It was suppose to be a parody on SG names and just how moronic I find so many to be. Except for my "Friends" - XiXi, you are borderline. Kidding.
This will be my first journal in a while that doesn't include my nonsensical poems and scribblings or what have you. This is a back to the basics journal.
I am in my seventh or eighth week here in East Williamsburg, Brooklyn and still unemployed. Mostly because I am not sure what I want to do, and I am a slacker to the very core. However, when the job prevails itself I work like a 100 dollar hooker a week before retirement. But as it happens, sporadic depression is unavoidable in these out of work doldrums days. I went down to the NYC Board of Education and it managed to discourage me more than encourage. Fucking depressing. Apathy round every corner. Signs of urban positivism melting off the wall from the sheer lie of it all.
So as I wait for the NY teaching certification, I hit Craigs list and Monster like every other jobless dope in the Tri-State area. And now I leave this journal because Unsolved Mysteries is on Lifetime Channel. Be Back later in the day to finish. See what I mean?
Actually, I am getting bored of Unsolved Mysteries, and all other daytime TV offerings with their demo graphed TV commercials aimed at young mommies and their feminine needs.
Listening to "Joes Garage"...Watermelon in Easter Hay. Fits the gloomy shit NYC weather. Christ I gotta do something.
I am suppose to go into Manhattan with my rude lesbo roommate so she can pick up her check at Andy's Chee Pee's and I can return my Black Razon phone and some books I never read at Borders in return for store credit. Books for CDs and DVDs.
Anyway, not overly horny, and that is a good thing. I'd rather not be horny than horny any day of the week. Where did that come from? If the rain stops I might check out a place called Movida tonight. Time Out NY says Tuesday is especially hip, and we all know that whatever TONY says is the gospel according to Luke. Moviada was the revolution in France that incorporated a lot of new wave film directors and chic music, actors, etc, in the movement - ever see that
Bertollucci film? The Dreamers? That kind of nonsense. Though I shouldn't because phlegm just won't move out of my lungs like you see in the Mucinex commercials. The fuckers made a mansion in my broccoli.
Zenyotta Mendotta on now - Canary in a Coal mine.
ALSO, IF ANYONE IS A FANE OF LONDON'S THE CLIENTELE, I HAVE AN EXTRA TICKET YOU CAN HAVE FOR FREE IN EXCHANGE FOR 3 BEERS, AS LONG AS YOU ARE NOT A PENCIL NECKED GEEK - PREFERABLY A WOMAN.
Watch while the credit system fucks you in the ass uh, huh
You didn't see that serpeant sleeping in the grass, uh, huh
Hey, Adam, your girlfriend has a pretty nice ass uh, huh
That apple that she gave you was bad, uh, huh
Young man in your wheelchair stop whining you shouldn't have mortaged your farm, get up and start working on your crippled leg
you practiced and now can use your arm
it is my duty to sing this song
people have waited to long
my country needs me
like right needs wrong
quentin charles may I have a wank tonight?
young man in your wheel chair stop whining
get up and start working on your crippled leg
you practiced and can now use your arm
you can't beat nature at cards.....
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