Hunter S. Thompson is alive and residing in British Columbia, and his name is Edward Rode.
Now, if you are a fanatical lust monkey for Hunter, like me; then you have seen his picture an infinite amount of times, and know its features with quite some intimacy. And if the man i chatted to yesterday wasn't the man himself....then he, for certain, sprung from the same vagina.
And if one person says a single thing to crush my delusions, i will hit them with a raccoon.
I am having a fancy dinner party this week, with all my close friends. But you can come if you want to. I will be cooking them a fantastic meal, and hopefully they will pay me back by getting drunk and making me laugh.
When i picture it in my head, i usually imagine it as a simile to
this. Or
this.
I've been house-sitting for 4 days now. I have to say, i'm quite satisfied at present with all the perks of home living. I love being able to pace around the house with my thoughts and notes. I like sitting out in the backyard; having a cigarette, or some wine, imagining i was somewhere in south america.
But i do not think i would enjoy permanently habitating such a large space, alone. I like smaller places. I like more intimacy. And large spaces can turn cold with suprising rapidity. That, and the silence. Oh, God! The silence drives me mad! The suburbs can have a dead sound; not unlike the quiet whir of an empty cubical office floor.
I do find myself bored quite often, as well. The suburbs are not fertile grounds for the inspiration-seeking mind. Or maybe i'm just lonely...pffft.
Thankfully, the owners expressed apathy towards the occurance of dinner parties!
It shall be a mad, mad affair...
i also put up a bunch of the photos from walking around. But when i got to work, i realised bright screens make them too bright, and look shitty. So i deleted them all. If you're reading this, instead of looking at photos....you're too late.
also, i just bought all the episodes of the office (british and u.s.) , to finally replace my burnt copies (i have no morals), and will soon proceed to watch them in a marathon manner, whilst consuming various forms of edible junk.
I will be temporarily unavailable for comment....
i work pretty much all over the 5 boroughs.. the main office is in lower manhattan but i dont spend too much time there..
in a display of my indecisiveness i decided i really cant afford to take the apartment and work and go to school full time.. or rather, my parents decided that.. and i had to agree if they were going to pay for school. so now im living in the dorms this semester :/ which is gay, but i'll admit it'll be nice not to have to worry about bills for this and that and cleaning and blablabla that comes with your own shit.. now i'll just have a little box all to myself in midtown.. where i can leave the lights on all the time. and not have to pay extra. lol
plus there's a gym there! woohoo! and laundry too! hot damn!
ps: you are so damn british it hurts.