I'm adding this to the last journal, since the words below carried over to today...
my car's got some weirdo electrical problem. which is probably going to be $$$ cause those things take time to sort out. Grrrr...my fly ride...but I'd driven out to my folks' about 25 min. away and my dad and I were trying to rule some things out on that circuit -- intermittant short... I turned on the car and -- this is NEW -- the dash starts smoking...great. It's a 1993 Volvo Classic 240 -- the last run they did of the killer 240 line. Of all the cars I've had this one is the most tip-top, and cost me the most and...well, fuck-it. Suffice it to say, cars blow. you know that.
anyway, the whole point is that I took the Metro back and while waiting was watching a few hundred ants negotiating the transport of some 3 busted pieces of tomato on the ground. staring at the ants, watching them trying to get these blobs across the bricks...very disorganized for ants, but completely hypnotic. I think I'm starting to develop a fondness for insects. Enough that I'd like to maybe get an ant farm. Isn't that weird?
ya know...party at your house, but it's a group house and it's not your party...and you just had a bit of a harrowing 3 hours dealing with fuses blowing in your car...but your friend hooked you up and you've got Kool Keith and the Eyes reissue out and some Kraftwerk and just wanna chill...
so your friend who you mistakenly, reboundedly hooked up with 8 months ago is here borrowing a firewire cable and, well there's a party and it's amateur weekend warrior time...jronk she is from this afternoon, me, not so much...I don't wanna go there again....
"Excuse me..." after she spent a half an hour lecturing me in the kitchen while my housemates really bizarrely cool flamenco band was jamming, all the party people silent, transfixed...
yeah, Excuse me...and I went to my room, while the party continued, put great shit on the record player, locked the door, and got BENT.
I'm not a player. I really just like the way things are and making out is fine, if it's fine. But no, this is not what I'm into and I like my stereo and my room and my friend who looks FAAAAWN!! and I'll be her "girlfriend" to get drunk with and talk shit about her man of 2 months she's about to give the ol' heave-ho!
But, I'm sorry, I don't want a fuckin' beer and yeah, yer bummin' me out and yeah, I'm completely sober, straight-arrow, and not where yr at. See ya...
But hearing my friend rant on her lame pro-skater man...can I just say that my friend is really fuckin' cute to the eye and the brain and yet ends up with SCRUBS! bummer, but it was comedy, too.
anyway... my thoughts out to Ruby who's movin' and hopefully someone's got her back, cause it sounds like a bummer, and moving always blows.
happy weekend, germs!
say it: PeeBeeArrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!!
my car's got some weirdo electrical problem. which is probably going to be $$$ cause those things take time to sort out. Grrrr...my fly ride...but I'd driven out to my folks' about 25 min. away and my dad and I were trying to rule some things out on that circuit -- intermittant short... I turned on the car and -- this is NEW -- the dash starts smoking...great. It's a 1993 Volvo Classic 240 -- the last run they did of the killer 240 line. Of all the cars I've had this one is the most tip-top, and cost me the most and...well, fuck-it. Suffice it to say, cars blow. you know that.
anyway, the whole point is that I took the Metro back and while waiting was watching a few hundred ants negotiating the transport of some 3 busted pieces of tomato on the ground. staring at the ants, watching them trying to get these blobs across the bricks...very disorganized for ants, but completely hypnotic. I think I'm starting to develop a fondness for insects. Enough that I'd like to maybe get an ant farm. Isn't that weird?
ya know...party at your house, but it's a group house and it's not your party...and you just had a bit of a harrowing 3 hours dealing with fuses blowing in your car...but your friend hooked you up and you've got Kool Keith and the Eyes reissue out and some Kraftwerk and just wanna chill...
so your friend who you mistakenly, reboundedly hooked up with 8 months ago is here borrowing a firewire cable and, well there's a party and it's amateur weekend warrior time...jronk she is from this afternoon, me, not so much...I don't wanna go there again....
"Excuse me..." after she spent a half an hour lecturing me in the kitchen while my housemates really bizarrely cool flamenco band was jamming, all the party people silent, transfixed...
yeah, Excuse me...and I went to my room, while the party continued, put great shit on the record player, locked the door, and got BENT.
I'm not a player. I really just like the way things are and making out is fine, if it's fine. But no, this is not what I'm into and I like my stereo and my room and my friend who looks FAAAAWN!! and I'll be her "girlfriend" to get drunk with and talk shit about her man of 2 months she's about to give the ol' heave-ho!
But, I'm sorry, I don't want a fuckin' beer and yeah, yer bummin' me out and yeah, I'm completely sober, straight-arrow, and not where yr at. See ya...
But hearing my friend rant on her lame pro-skater man...can I just say that my friend is really fuckin' cute to the eye and the brain and yet ends up with SCRUBS! bummer, but it was comedy, too.
anyway... my thoughts out to Ruby who's movin' and hopefully someone's got her back, cause it sounds like a bummer, and moving always blows.
happy weekend, germs!
say it: PeeBeeArrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!!
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i think my next purchase will at least be one of those hybrid cuties.
i think an ant farm would be way cool. a bit nerdy, but hypnotic, like you say.
i'm definitely going to be staying away from all prospective advances - old friends, ex-people, strangers on the dance floor...
it's too much. talk about harrowing experiences.
you're cool.
i'm sending my *prayers* and good luck and hugs and kisses and get well wishes to ruby for lots and lots - including the move and life thereafter.
back it up!
i don't get the peebeeargh, but i like it cuz it's almost my initials.
now i get it.
i must try that stuff. i'm generally not a beer drinker. hrm