Tales from the 'bucks.
So…
I’ve sold out, completely.
I am so damn anti-corporate, but yet I sit here in a Starbucks®, using my Dell® laptop, typing with Microsoft® Office 2003, killing time waiting to go to work at Clear Channel®.
I should be disgusted, but I’m not.
I have no idea why, but I seek solace in the fact that at least I didn’t pay for the program.
I’ve come to the painfully obvious conclusion that I’m not punk; punk is not doing things the easy way, living the soft life. If I had some real job skills and a can-do attitude I’d probably be rich as hell and voting republican.
Going right to hell, eyes wide open, tears of joy streaming right down my cheeks.
The irony of the Rolling Stones playing isn’t lost on me, another sell out to serenade me as I drink my Quad Venti sugar free vanilla soy latte.
Ahhhh, the New Beasties on the old headphones, I now have the world’s most expensive MP3 player. Which works like a Borg wet-dream thanks to amity, who between her mad skillz and ijk’s networking genius, I have now become a much more mobile pirate.
Yarrrrr!!
I spent a chunk of Sunday with my family. It was my Second cousins first birthday party. (Maurice is on his second kid Jill.) And Edie and I were the only people there with no children. It was surreal, our Generation had about 10 boys and 4 girls, the next one is female dominated, I fear for Leah’s son. I was sort of dreading it, my Uncle has always been odd to me, and I don’t think he’s thrilled that I married a Goyum. Though he did come to the wedding, and face it, Uncle Lee does not do what Uncle Lee does not want to do. There is a bit of a financial and legal thing going on with my family, and it pretty much is showing a few people’s true colors.
I was raised to be better then that, and according to some people I wasn’t raised that well.
On a side note, even though I like the new album, hearing the line ‘Your rhyme technique is an antique.’ on an album which other then the updated lyrics sounds like something that came between Paul’s Boutique and License to Ill is pretty damn ironic.
One cool thing about getting my morning latte here is the fact that shanelle usually stops in for coffee herself so I get to see her in the morning, captainobvious is still a no show, but I have faith.
There are three girls who work here in the mornings, I’ve been coming here every day for almost a week now, and sitting here taking up more then my fair share of space, and yet have no idea who any of them are. One of them has my coffee order memorized already and I should at least put in that much effort to know their names.
Day 1
Oh, the point of this post, is to show you what normally goes through my head in an hour. When I was jobless and sitting at home, and slowly roasting over the flames of insanity I couldn’t control my thoughts. I was seeing a shrink and on wellbutrin and that helped, but I couldn’t stop thinking. I had to fall asleep with a TV on or something to drown out the constant mental white noise that was going on. Right now I’m just letting that go, letting you get a rare glimpse into my head.
I’m going to end this for now, not sure If I can post it until I get home, I tried to see if there was any open wireless places around here, but I guess I’m not that much of a hacker after all.
I leave you with the wisdom of the Beasties…
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan.
Asian, Middle Eastern and Latin.
Black, White, New York you make it happen.
I’ve sold out, completely.
I am so damn anti-corporate, but yet I sit here in a Starbucks®, using my Dell® laptop, typing with Microsoft® Office 2003, killing time waiting to go to work at Clear Channel®.
I should be disgusted, but I’m not.
I have no idea why, but I seek solace in the fact that at least I didn’t pay for the program.
I’ve come to the painfully obvious conclusion that I’m not punk; punk is not doing things the easy way, living the soft life. If I had some real job skills and a can-do attitude I’d probably be rich as hell and voting republican.
Going right to hell, eyes wide open, tears of joy streaming right down my cheeks.
The irony of the Rolling Stones playing isn’t lost on me, another sell out to serenade me as I drink my Quad Venti sugar free vanilla soy latte.
Ahhhh, the New Beasties on the old headphones, I now have the world’s most expensive MP3 player. Which works like a Borg wet-dream thanks to amity, who between her mad skillz and ijk’s networking genius, I have now become a much more mobile pirate.
Yarrrrr!!
I spent a chunk of Sunday with my family. It was my Second cousins first birthday party. (Maurice is on his second kid Jill.) And Edie and I were the only people there with no children. It was surreal, our Generation had about 10 boys and 4 girls, the next one is female dominated, I fear for Leah’s son. I was sort of dreading it, my Uncle has always been odd to me, and I don’t think he’s thrilled that I married a Goyum. Though he did come to the wedding, and face it, Uncle Lee does not do what Uncle Lee does not want to do. There is a bit of a financial and legal thing going on with my family, and it pretty much is showing a few people’s true colors.
I was raised to be better then that, and according to some people I wasn’t raised that well.
On a side note, even though I like the new album, hearing the line ‘Your rhyme technique is an antique.’ on an album which other then the updated lyrics sounds like something that came between Paul’s Boutique and License to Ill is pretty damn ironic.
One cool thing about getting my morning latte here is the fact that shanelle usually stops in for coffee herself so I get to see her in the morning, captainobvious is still a no show, but I have faith.
There are three girls who work here in the mornings, I’ve been coming here every day for almost a week now, and sitting here taking up more then my fair share of space, and yet have no idea who any of them are. One of them has my coffee order memorized already and I should at least put in that much effort to know their names.
Day 1
Oh, the point of this post, is to show you what normally goes through my head in an hour. When I was jobless and sitting at home, and slowly roasting over the flames of insanity I couldn’t control my thoughts. I was seeing a shrink and on wellbutrin and that helped, but I couldn’t stop thinking. I had to fall asleep with a TV on or something to drown out the constant mental white noise that was going on. Right now I’m just letting that go, letting you get a rare glimpse into my head.
I’m going to end this for now, not sure If I can post it until I get home, I tried to see if there was any open wireless places around here, but I guess I’m not that much of a hacker after all.
I leave you with the wisdom of the Beasties…
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan.
Asian, Middle Eastern and Latin.
Black, White, New York you make it happen.