I had a good night bowling. Actually, formwise and aesthetically, I was shit hot. I'm not posturing like I was McCracken cracklin but in the parlance of our times, I was throwing rocks. 144, 180, 157. And I'm proud.
This is what the journal's all about, right? Mumbling your daily whatnots into the air. Looking around its like peer pressure to tell people the really boring business of day to day life. I'm not really interested in my own, and I get the whole community of marginals thing going on, but it seems a little navel-gazetastic.
But, seriously, I had the hot hand. Like Hellboy bowling, or Cool Hand Stice. Anyone into Zen Archery? Bowling is like that plus fat guys and bar food.
I'd defend it, trying to pose like 'Oh, bowling is so relatively cool." But you all know that; it's like cigarettes. You can try to resist, but you can't deny the sexy sexy. And this coming from a fringe mainstream geek. Bowling and cigarettes, I'm James Dean in polyester. I'm Edward Norton in the offseason. I'm momentarily strutting.
Check me for anthrax, I'm that contagious.
You know the great thing about this journal biz? It's like a good picture of myself. I look at it every once and a while and go, 'Hey, I like your style."
Excuse me while I kiss myself.
This is what the journal's all about, right? Mumbling your daily whatnots into the air. Looking around its like peer pressure to tell people the really boring business of day to day life. I'm not really interested in my own, and I get the whole community of marginals thing going on, but it seems a little navel-gazetastic.
But, seriously, I had the hot hand. Like Hellboy bowling, or Cool Hand Stice. Anyone into Zen Archery? Bowling is like that plus fat guys and bar food.
I'd defend it, trying to pose like 'Oh, bowling is so relatively cool." But you all know that; it's like cigarettes. You can try to resist, but you can't deny the sexy sexy. And this coming from a fringe mainstream geek. Bowling and cigarettes, I'm James Dean in polyester. I'm Edward Norton in the offseason. I'm momentarily strutting.
Check me for anthrax, I'm that contagious.
You know the great thing about this journal biz? It's like a good picture of myself. I look at it every once and a while and go, 'Hey, I like your style."
Excuse me while I kiss myself.