johnnyfive

this is why i hate being single: i get off work early on a friday night only to work out, cut my hair, and play with my dog. oh, and get online and update my sg journal. i wish i was one of those people who enjoyed movies by themselves, but i'm not. i know it's weird, i mean it's not like you communicate with the person, but it's nice to see some things with others and laugh and the same parts and what not. good conversation afterwards maybe. going by yourself is a distraction from being alone. unless the movie is something in particular that i'm stoked to see, but those are far and few between...like when's the next star wars coming out?
well, i guess being alone and bored with the simpsons is better than working, eh?
a friend of mine in morocco with the peace corps. just sent me a journal with the front of each page covered with writings, tickets, flyers, and shit from overseas; and if you flip it over and backwards, the other side of the pages are blank for me to fill up and send back. i've been having a blast. i filled one page with pins and buttons and stuff that pokes through the paper; even a safety pin with a lock of my hair, from when i cut my devil's lock off (well, quasi devil's lock). another page is cut outs of my fake ads in a local independant newspaper-magazine, stuff like funny faux missed connections or weird personals. i dunno i just get a kick out of it. and since i work at a coffeehouse, it's got scribblings, flyers, funny business cards, stains, and anything else my gluestick will adhese to the paper. god bless gluesticks. i won't eat the hooves in jello, but i'll glue the fuck outta some shit with their fat!
so, i've been eating meat because i've been working out and i want to put on some weight. it must be because i'm coming up on 30yrs and i'm feeling weird. so, anyway, i'm working out, eating meat, hoping somethings gonna come out of it. then today my ex says i look buff. i was blown away. man, now i'm gonna work out twice as much. i swear, there is nothing more motivating than a compliment like that. it's funny, i laugh at myself because i feel like the dork in some movie working out in my briefs in front of a mirror. i just need to keep my tummy tight so i can see my stars!
but now that i've cut my hair short i feel like i look old. my scar doesn't really look cool, it looks more like the bad guy in an 80's film. maybe i am the bad guy....in an 80's film, stuck in the 90's...oh, shit this isn't the 90's; i can't find an EMF cd anywhere, what the fuck do you call this decade?!?!