Big bagels
I went to the records department today to get my police report, the insurance company just requested on friday more than two weeks after the accident because the holiday season is slow and that allows people to make the excuse that they can slack ass while I'm not working because of my ankle that refuses to stop looking like a baseball while my chinese landlord that doesn't apparently understand english but can speak it breathes down my neck every week asking where the rent is, even though the accumulation of mold around the windows grows by the day and he still hasn't fixed the overhang on the house. duplex. whatever. christmas. I got things with snowmen on the packages to make pancakes but then I would have to throw it away so I keep it in the box. I recieved a comic about a redheaded puppet that's really under the spell of a voodoo grandmother and actually has a human body but decides to stay in the playroom with the bear that smells like pee because he can be gay with the other male doll and not have to worry about societys judgements on him. The name of the comic was stitch so my nonexistant readers will know in case the comic intrigues them. I never really can understand how a few years ago I used to speak to people every night from 10 to 3am in the morning online and now I dont even recall anything about them and vice versa. How someone who can take up so much time in your life is so meaningless in the long run. Its cold in here but it doesn't smell like an old mans cigar left burning too long from the cheap smoke shop down around the corner. I've gone off on tangents lately, about aol robots that pop down all the pop ups so the government or whoever does it wont be concerned when they realize people dont find pop ups annoying anymore but have found a way to X out of them much faster than before. I think its the end I said to jack. faster but slower than before, a few years have past but you are finally realizing that what you are is a ramble wrapped inside a riddle. With no one to decode what it is you were actually trying to say in the first place. Whats the point in typing fast when you work at mcdonalds? Well not really because my ankle is a baseball with a hopefull aircast looking at it from the corner. I really wanted to rent this movie with christina ricci in it but they were out of dvds and I used to be so anti-dvd because I realized by bringing in new dvds they had to clear all the vhs off the racks, it was depressing, whats wrong with vhs? it has all the classics or hideaway movies that are recommended to you and you watch and think "this is the best movie I've ever seen" and forget about a few days later, but not popular enough to put on dvds, so its lost forever amidst pawn shop shelves collecting dust until some crackhead steals it to try to sell back to the very same pawn store for an extremely small chunk of change. But anyway, I couldn't quite get the title of the movie right when I went to the counter to see if they had any in stock up front and when I asked I phrased the question "do you have anything else on dvd" but the movie title was anything ______...still cant remember the title it will hit me a few days later in the middle of eating cereal or ramen and there will be no one around to tell it to, forget by the time I get backto the store, but the clerk laughed and gave me a funny look, me not realizing I had said anything worth even false chuckling at and said no they didn't, it was due back by new years. So I'm fucked but he didn't say that, then few seconds later I realized my faux pas *learned in french the saying how it was actually spelled and felt smarter at the time. Kind of like ciao sounds like chow and baffled the minds of innocent civilians when you found out the underground plot to take over the world with words that aren't spelled the way they sound. The french...always silent when theres' something important to say. But I wanted to rent it because I like christina ricci, and my dad used to call me wednesday after we watched the addams family together. And at that point I thought I was cool, before I went to academy hill school and realized that girls with bowl cuts were oh so not cool as proven later in my life when jeremy cummings used to steal the picture off of my mothers' bookshelf running around the house telling me I looked like my brother. And from then on its all remained the same for the most part just looked at from different angles. Oh imaginary reader, do you remember that song they played for half a year, famous in maine at some point on the casey kasem show *however you spell the mans name that used to do the voice for scooby doo* it gave words of advice for the future, things like wear sunblock, dont read beauty magazines they only make you feel ugly. Well that was on the very ending shots of *big kahuna* a movie I thought would be good because it had kevin spacey in it, proved not to be overly good I thought at first because he made me feel like grinding my nonexistant fingernails into my eyes, but in the end I realized that only well played characters can make you want to kill them, if they weren't well played then they would just annoy you partially in some sense. But till I get that movie with the male from american pie and christina ricci I bid adieu...another word that might not be spelled right after two years of french that should be spelled adu. But I like the way they spell their words, makes almost anything sound pretty even when you're being sworn at. I loved german because everything sounds so perfect and sharp rolling off of your tongue. If only people sounded so wonderful and sharp all of the time. maybe I should just move to germany and eat sausage and drink thick beer. Correct me if I'm wrong. Goodnight. Big bagels.