"never underestimate boredom… it’s a killer"
bored bored bored
sooo bored that I’m actually updating livejournal
I need to go somewhere or do something
cutting my hair off was entertaining for about a week
new tattoo will probably keep me happy for another week
but after that?…
Kathy… the offer still stands… we’ll run away to New York and live with 10 other people in a one-bedroom apartment. But they’ll all be from Europe so it won’t be body odor that smells oddly like Chinese takeout, hair in the sink, or drunken arguments with the TV that dominates or lives… it will simply be a cultural experience. The first month we will have affairs with boys with one-syllable names. The second month we will have affairs with boys with two-syllable names… and after a few months our only lovers will be foreigners and obscene egomaniac hipsters. But none of it will matter cause we’ll only really be concerned with how many shades of red our hair can be within a given week, how many people we can trick into thinking they knew us in high school, how many stories we can collect from old rag doll women on rot iron benches, and the pallet of the ducks at Central Park…. if they prefer white or wheat bread.
So let me know…
Cause sometimes I have images of us on a bus or a plane. And after a long silence one of use will start laughing, then the other, and we will be in teary eyed hysterics… enough to make the 50 year old high school math teacher in front of us press the call button repeatedly… cause holy fuck… we’ve joked about it enough times… and something’s finally snapped and we’ve finally become insane enough to do it.
that's all i've got
probaly update again in another 4 months... woot!
sooo bored that I’m actually updating livejournal
I need to go somewhere or do something
cutting my hair off was entertaining for about a week
new tattoo will probably keep me happy for another week
but after that?…
Kathy… the offer still stands… we’ll run away to New York and live with 10 other people in a one-bedroom apartment. But they’ll all be from Europe so it won’t be body odor that smells oddly like Chinese takeout, hair in the sink, or drunken arguments with the TV that dominates or lives… it will simply be a cultural experience. The first month we will have affairs with boys with one-syllable names. The second month we will have affairs with boys with two-syllable names… and after a few months our only lovers will be foreigners and obscene egomaniac hipsters. But none of it will matter cause we’ll only really be concerned with how many shades of red our hair can be within a given week, how many people we can trick into thinking they knew us in high school, how many stories we can collect from old rag doll women on rot iron benches, and the pallet of the ducks at Central Park…. if they prefer white or wheat bread.
So let me know…
Cause sometimes I have images of us on a bus or a plane. And after a long silence one of use will start laughing, then the other, and we will be in teary eyed hysterics… enough to make the 50 year old high school math teacher in front of us press the call button repeatedly… cause holy fuck… we’ve joked about it enough times… and something’s finally snapped and we’ve finally become insane enough to do it.
that's all i've got
probaly update again in another 4 months... woot!