a busy weekend of sorts. an ex visited for a while, as did my old roommate, j. it was a good time. i broke my not drinking streak, but worry not, i had one drink and one only, and now i'm back on the straight and narrow. i had to anyways, it was really good scotch and he brought it only because he wanted me to try it.
i'm meeting up with this girl on wednesday to hopefully become the illustrator for a children's book.
i smoke a shit load more than when i was drinking. that's lame. but necessary. i am supremely caffienated at this moment.
life was good today because they didn't need me at work, so i came home early. early enough in fact to catch the start of the star trek ds9 marathon. ah, 9 straight hours of my favorite star trek. i wish i could take off the rest of the week. luckily there are an assload of video tapes sitting around waiting to be taped over.
edit.
i've decided more needs to be said.
1. i decided ten minutes ago that i'm going to drink a beer. that's right. i'm gonna do it.
2. my ex is totally spacially handicapped. she can be leaning against a doorway talking to you, knowing full well she is in a doorway, and once you are done talking and she goes to walk away, turn toward the door frame and smash her odd self into it.
C. i wrote a poem today, which at the time seemed brilliant, so brilliant in fact that i had to write it down while i was driving. i wanted to write it down immediately because it was a rhyming poem and i don't ever write those. as it turns out, i think it's just terrible and it was simply the shock of it birthing itself from my head, fully formed and rhyming all at the same time.
i'll write it here for no good reason, because i hate it though i like it simultaneously.
a deep and dark red
lay still on my bed,
"i complain of the the pain
caused by feigning this dread."
a roll of my eyes should contain no surprise,
a neck now a-crane should not change what's been said.
it's bad, but it rhymes and it came out all at once. i almost hit a car on my way to buy tacos. beefy tacos. and 2 chalupas for my mom [chicken, supreme].
8. is not the next number in the order.
III. my friend j (mentioned earlier) is building me a blue bass guitar with a pull start 2 stroke engine. not that he is building the bass using the engine, but he is building the bass which contains the engine. and he isn't actually building the bass, the bass already exists, he's building a combination of the two things together. you filthy whore.
4. i was told today that a friend of mine that i haven't talked to in a while no longer wishes to speak to me and would also appreciate it if people would avoid allowing the two of us to be in the same place at the same time. i have no idea why, especially since i haven't talked to her in months and we parted ways as friends, but, truthfully, i couldn't give a fuck.
5. i am going to pittsburgh next week. on a vacation. your average person wouldn't take a vacation to pittsburgh. pittsburgh is not a common vacation destination. i'd imagine it's because it is an extremely boring and depressing place. you can feel the city dying around you. i love pittsburgh. if you want to come along, i'm leaving next thursday morning.
6. i stole this numbering of unattached and rambling thoughts idea from someone else who may recognize it and say that i ripped off their idea. if they do this, don't listen, they're lying. i totally thought of it first.
7. my best friend randy drew a picture for me, but he's afraid to give it to me because he thinks it is bad luck, due to certain pennies he picked up today. he also will not explain the correlation between the pennies and the picture.
8. goes here in the order.
9. i thought up this many things to write so i could get to 8 so as to really drive the joke home (or rather, kill the joke) of using 8 too early in the numerical sequence.
10. i'm going to go to sleep now and dream of drinking more and more coffee and smoking more and more cigarettes tomorrow.
xoxoxo.
reprazent.
i'm meeting up with this girl on wednesday to hopefully become the illustrator for a children's book.
i smoke a shit load more than when i was drinking. that's lame. but necessary. i am supremely caffienated at this moment.
life was good today because they didn't need me at work, so i came home early. early enough in fact to catch the start of the star trek ds9 marathon. ah, 9 straight hours of my favorite star trek. i wish i could take off the rest of the week. luckily there are an assload of video tapes sitting around waiting to be taped over.
edit.
i've decided more needs to be said.
1. i decided ten minutes ago that i'm going to drink a beer. that's right. i'm gonna do it.
2. my ex is totally spacially handicapped. she can be leaning against a doorway talking to you, knowing full well she is in a doorway, and once you are done talking and she goes to walk away, turn toward the door frame and smash her odd self into it.
C. i wrote a poem today, which at the time seemed brilliant, so brilliant in fact that i had to write it down while i was driving. i wanted to write it down immediately because it was a rhyming poem and i don't ever write those. as it turns out, i think it's just terrible and it was simply the shock of it birthing itself from my head, fully formed and rhyming all at the same time.
i'll write it here for no good reason, because i hate it though i like it simultaneously.
a deep and dark red
lay still on my bed,
"i complain of the the pain
caused by feigning this dread."
a roll of my eyes should contain no surprise,
a neck now a-crane should not change what's been said.
it's bad, but it rhymes and it came out all at once. i almost hit a car on my way to buy tacos. beefy tacos. and 2 chalupas for my mom [chicken, supreme].
8. is not the next number in the order.
III. my friend j (mentioned earlier) is building me a blue bass guitar with a pull start 2 stroke engine. not that he is building the bass using the engine, but he is building the bass which contains the engine. and he isn't actually building the bass, the bass already exists, he's building a combination of the two things together. you filthy whore.
4. i was told today that a friend of mine that i haven't talked to in a while no longer wishes to speak to me and would also appreciate it if people would avoid allowing the two of us to be in the same place at the same time. i have no idea why, especially since i haven't talked to her in months and we parted ways as friends, but, truthfully, i couldn't give a fuck.
5. i am going to pittsburgh next week. on a vacation. your average person wouldn't take a vacation to pittsburgh. pittsburgh is not a common vacation destination. i'd imagine it's because it is an extremely boring and depressing place. you can feel the city dying around you. i love pittsburgh. if you want to come along, i'm leaving next thursday morning.
6. i stole this numbering of unattached and rambling thoughts idea from someone else who may recognize it and say that i ripped off their idea. if they do this, don't listen, they're lying. i totally thought of it first.
7. my best friend randy drew a picture for me, but he's afraid to give it to me because he thinks it is bad luck, due to certain pennies he picked up today. he also will not explain the correlation between the pennies and the picture.
8. goes here in the order.
9. i thought up this many things to write so i could get to 8 so as to really drive the joke home (or rather, kill the joke) of using 8 too early in the numerical sequence.
10. i'm going to go to sleep now and dream of drinking more and more coffee and smoking more and more cigarettes tomorrow.
xoxoxo.
reprazent.
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i love you and i miss you. please come to the toronto prom. come on. all the cool kids are doing it. if i don't meet you soon, i will possibly erupt. you don't wanna be responsible for that now do you?
My husband once took a cheap flight to Pittsburgh on a whim, just so he could go to the museum for an afternoon... when he got there, it was closed because it had flooded.