Scary Hair
I would very much like to grow a mustache which makes me look like a villain. It’ll be, you know one of those pointy facial statements that suggest “don’t trust that man” it would do wonders for my intimidation factor which by the way stands comfortably at 0.
Haven’t really written in here all that much for reasons however convoluted I’ve been busy tending to my shitty life. When you wake up every morning afternoon with nowhere to go and nothing to do you just about lose the will to move, what’s the point right? I look out the window and see everything dressed in sunlight even the grass is reflective, but then again everything is annoyingly shimmery when you’re eyes have been in sitting still in the dark for 13 hours. Just imagine it both your eyes sitting there behind the eye lids.
Left: Are we going to move at all it’s already 2.
Right: I don’t know.
Left: Hey, let’s cross as soon as he opens up.
Right: score!
After I fall all over myself because eyes were crossed I peel back a window blind and it’s like the sun talks to me in some condescending tone “wow, now you wake up loser? Look what I did. This is what I was doing all day…what do you have to show for the day?” at this point I’m all for a super nova.
Later.
On the metro rail it’s about 5pm people are coming home from work and school, and I’m an outsider because I‘m not in either. All of this is painfully obvious I swear they look at me funny because of this so I try to look busy and rushed. I talk on my cell phone, I look at my watch at 5min intervals and make broad hand gestures, it’s not working I just seem schizophrenic and late. That’s alright because at 70mph 2 stories up nothing makes sense anyway. I have no destination I just set my mentality to nomad and read until I notice the sun clock out, then I go home just as useless.
I want to be a bartender when I grow up. Too bad I’m not a kid anymore.
Haven’t really written in here all that much for reasons however convoluted I’ve been busy tending to my shitty life. When you wake up every morning afternoon with nowhere to go and nothing to do you just about lose the will to move, what’s the point right? I look out the window and see everything dressed in sunlight even the grass is reflective, but then again everything is annoyingly shimmery when you’re eyes have been in sitting still in the dark for 13 hours. Just imagine it both your eyes sitting there behind the eye lids.
Left: Are we going to move at all it’s already 2.
Right: I don’t know.
Left: Hey, let’s cross as soon as he opens up.
Right: score!
After I fall all over myself because eyes were crossed I peel back a window blind and it’s like the sun talks to me in some condescending tone “wow, now you wake up loser? Look what I did. This is what I was doing all day…what do you have to show for the day?” at this point I’m all for a super nova.
Later.
On the metro rail it’s about 5pm people are coming home from work and school, and I’m an outsider because I‘m not in either. All of this is painfully obvious I swear they look at me funny because of this so I try to look busy and rushed. I talk on my cell phone, I look at my watch at 5min intervals and make broad hand gestures, it’s not working I just seem schizophrenic and late. That’s alright because at 70mph 2 stories up nothing makes sense anyway. I have no destination I just set my mentality to nomad and read until I notice the sun clock out, then I go home just as useless.
I want to be a bartender when I grow up. Too bad I’m not a kid anymore.