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Chocolate and shit? 2002-10-09 4:15 p.m. Oh for fuckssake I am so bored that I want to break my cup. What have I been thinking about? Peat peat and repeat. The idea of doing any of these repetitive tasks that so clog my workday is tearing me a new eye socket. In my temple. Help. There is a world out there that I used to belong to that had bright colors and food smells and exclamations with gestures where a fax machine was an abstract idea that you attached to those institutional looking buildings that you would look up the at windows and see drop ceilings where every thind panel was a fluorescent light and that you would never go in. Or have a reason to. Unless you were drunk; and it seemed funny or you needed to go to the bathroom. I am of course forced into this onerous mental state.I love my mother. D’you know that?
Wuss-ass fight club 2002-10-09 11:19 a.m. Besides the bacon cheeseburger, the best thing about monday night was punching each other in the face at the bar. I think it's a much better idea than kicking each other in the shins at any time as a sign of a good friendship.My jaw is still a little tender, but I'm meaty so it don't mean much. I ripped the metal ball off the banister because I thought it had a halloween face on it. 2002-10-09 9:22 a.m. Playing piano is like splitting your skull open. Or maybe it’s just me. I practiced for 5 hours yesterday. I tried to learn a song. Okay, I did learn the first page. It’s called Minuet. Yes, I know that’s vague, I could’ve said “It’s called ‘Song’ ” and that would be about the same level of information. I play it in fits and starts and it sounds awful. The fact that my roommate can sit there in the same room with me while I play the same song for three hours is amazing to me. Granted, I didn’t turn the thing on, but you can still hear it.Music is the only thing that is going to fix the broken fence. I can’t even tell you how it’s like forgetting to brush your teeth for 5 years.
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