I closed at work last night, which means I did not get home until about 3 am. It would have been closer to 2:30, but I had to drop off the spazzy sign-shaker kid at work who shakes signs and is a kid. Turns out he lives like a mile away from me, but in a weird spot where it takes a long time to get from his place to mine. An inconvenience indeed. Maybe Al Gore should make a documentary about that, and then urge the governments of the world to do something about it. So, I get home at 3, and don't knock out until about 5. I wake up today and it looks like an overcast morning. Doesn't bother me as I have the day off. I grab at my phone and freak out because this overcast morning happens to be taking place at 3:30 in the afternoon. I fuckin' slept until 3:30. I felt like a junkie, but without the awesome heroining that goes along with that. I haven't been this ashamed of myself since I accidentally hit my mother in the nose. Even though she had it comin'.
Saw Juno. Enjoyed it. It had that King of the Hill thing going on where the filmmakers really seemed to love their characters. It was so not cynical, and though indy-quirky to an extent, not overwhelmingly so. No houseboats in rock quarries or uncles throwing footballs nonsense. Also, J.K. Simmons is the shit, so it's nice to see him get some screen-time where he's not a nazi ass-rapist or J. Jonah Jameson.
I'm going to become a pornstar and name myself J. Boner Jameson.
I finished my semester a week ago, and what have I been spending most of my free time doing? Fucking reading. The hell is wrong with me? Anyone got any good non-fiction stuff to read. I just finished Anthony Bourdain's book and enjoyed it. What you people got fo' me? If you've got nothin', then it's just onto this collection of Lovecraft short stories. Ooh, I named another book. Does my brain impress you? The sheer number of it's synapses is breathtaking.
Had a 90's party. Had a bunch of pizza for it, so I did what any respectable pizza delivery man would do in this situation. I walked down the street and bought a damned burrito. It's tough to resist eating pizza every day I work, though. Why couldn't I be a delivery guy for something that isn't so tempting? Like turnips, or medical supplies.
Charlie's leavin' for Boston. Tell Manny and Tom Brady to go fuck each other after they're finished fucking themselves. Actually, don't tell them that. You have to live there. Don't be a dick to your neighbors. Good luck getting a good burrito, though.
I hope Santa Claus brings everyone what they want for Christmas this year, or barring that, I hope he rains sulfur and fire upon your enemies and lays their discolored, still-warm carcasses at your feet, As Christmas-Smiting tradition dictates.
Saw Juno. Enjoyed it. It had that King of the Hill thing going on where the filmmakers really seemed to love their characters. It was so not cynical, and though indy-quirky to an extent, not overwhelmingly so. No houseboats in rock quarries or uncles throwing footballs nonsense. Also, J.K. Simmons is the shit, so it's nice to see him get some screen-time where he's not a nazi ass-rapist or J. Jonah Jameson.
I'm going to become a pornstar and name myself J. Boner Jameson.
I finished my semester a week ago, and what have I been spending most of my free time doing? Fucking reading. The hell is wrong with me? Anyone got any good non-fiction stuff to read. I just finished Anthony Bourdain's book and enjoyed it. What you people got fo' me? If you've got nothin', then it's just onto this collection of Lovecraft short stories. Ooh, I named another book. Does my brain impress you? The sheer number of it's synapses is breathtaking.
Had a 90's party. Had a bunch of pizza for it, so I did what any respectable pizza delivery man would do in this situation. I walked down the street and bought a damned burrito. It's tough to resist eating pizza every day I work, though. Why couldn't I be a delivery guy for something that isn't so tempting? Like turnips, or medical supplies.
Charlie's leavin' for Boston. Tell Manny and Tom Brady to go fuck each other after they're finished fucking themselves. Actually, don't tell them that. You have to live there. Don't be a dick to your neighbors. Good luck getting a good burrito, though.
I hope Santa Claus brings everyone what they want for Christmas this year, or barring that, I hope he rains sulfur and fire upon your enemies and lays their discolored, still-warm carcasses at your feet, As Christmas-Smiting tradition dictates.