w00t
i get to have my nose broken by a professional (no, not a boxer) for once. the little guy who, rather appropriately, has a rather large proboscus himself and wears a white coat and actually uses one of those chrome disc-around-the-eye thingies will break it, remove some cartilage, then reset it...leaving me with two huge black eyes and a bottle of percocet for about 7 days off of work. nice.
oh you better believe this will be an occasion for many, many digi-cam pics.
its all slated to happen in about a month or so.
meanwhile, i'm slowly convincing my lazy ass self to stop working out because i'll probably lose 20 pounds like i did for my last surgery from not eating (actually, i was eating percocet, which is sort of the same thing just without the food part and with schedule II drugs inolved). anyway, i really can't logically make this arguement with myself because i don't really work out to lose weight, just to quell my inner anger demons and to just generally not feel like a lazy ass. if i was overally concerned about my belly i'd not slam a twlever of Guinness two nights a week and i probably wouldn't eat honey mustard on just about everything that crosses my very soft and lonely lips.
ha look at that, i managed to make a reference to my being bereft of sex amidst this strange tirade of shnozes, cellulite and condemints. i rule.
-pb
music: loreena mckinnet (make a comment and ye shall be smited with extreme contemptuousness)
book: horror fantasy anthology
(disclaimer on spelling: i'm a f00king terrible speller i just don't feel like proofreading my comments for mistakes, thus producing something semi-literate because, well, there's beer and girls to be had about 8 blocks away and i must go be a boy for an evening)
i get to have my nose broken by a professional (no, not a boxer) for once. the little guy who, rather appropriately, has a rather large proboscus himself and wears a white coat and actually uses one of those chrome disc-around-the-eye thingies will break it, remove some cartilage, then reset it...leaving me with two huge black eyes and a bottle of percocet for about 7 days off of work. nice.
oh you better believe this will be an occasion for many, many digi-cam pics.
its all slated to happen in about a month or so.
meanwhile, i'm slowly convincing my lazy ass self to stop working out because i'll probably lose 20 pounds like i did for my last surgery from not eating (actually, i was eating percocet, which is sort of the same thing just without the food part and with schedule II drugs inolved). anyway, i really can't logically make this arguement with myself because i don't really work out to lose weight, just to quell my inner anger demons and to just generally not feel like a lazy ass. if i was overally concerned about my belly i'd not slam a twlever of Guinness two nights a week and i probably wouldn't eat honey mustard on just about everything that crosses my very soft and lonely lips.
ha look at that, i managed to make a reference to my being bereft of sex amidst this strange tirade of shnozes, cellulite and condemints. i rule.
-pb
music: loreena mckinnet (make a comment and ye shall be smited with extreme contemptuousness)
book: horror fantasy anthology
(disclaimer on spelling: i'm a f00king terrible speller i just don't feel like proofreading my comments for mistakes, thus producing something semi-literate because, well, there's beer and girls to be had about 8 blocks away and i must go be a boy for an evening)
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i do love california, but remember i lived in texas for a long year in high school and there are days, especially in fall, when i resent the proud and unfazed trees here. texas leaves are painted with warm hues like manly apartments. california is gawdy and lipsticked with commerce. texas has a sprawling somber beauty that is completely different. somehow, i always fell into cliche on clear days there, the sky is bigger, deeper than anywhere i've ever seen. give me one fall season in texas, a few sonic ocean waters a week and some mindfuckingly deep conversation every now and again and i could probably handle it. a year there suffocated me like a fish out of the ocean.
i loved your post. makes me want to try composite prose again with something you write. it works better when the piece isnt composed with the project in mind so ill wait and surprise you at some point when you have written something good.