blind spots
everything that holds the world together
is falling apart
i got this thing i consider my only art
of fucking people over
yes, i think a lot of employers out there are corrupt enough to fold up business and make a career out of finding blind spots.
i considered giving plasma to put myself on the board this week, but then decided not to. by monday i should have some temp work comming thru. doing janitorial stuff for the university.
allison invited me to her house. i was feeling anti-social after my library visit yesterday and waned to go home and dissapear. but i decided better of it and went against my anti-social tendancies.
stefanie called and of course, i hustled down to get a glimse of her. rather rediculous, arn't i? i've probably spooked the poor girl out of her mind with my irrational sentiments. she's quite cool.
i met stefanie and her friend at tully's for coffee. whatever her name was, she had blonde hair and she loved to talk.
another girl was flirting with the barista behind the counter, holding an application. she was obviously spending a lot of time ensuring that she got the job by flirting with the employees by asking lots of questions. something about the situation really moved me, but i'm not sure how.
stefanie's friend had a new ipod and she liked to talk about it. she was going to go home and download lots of new music to listen to. and she was excited about the new coldplay comming out soon. as well as the new system of a down. and whatever new music references she could find in the stranger.
my mind started to worry if it was such a good idea to park at the safeway parkinglot. but sometimes you're in too much of a hurry to pay heed to towing signs. such times are when you want to make a quick stop for coffee. such times are when you least want to get towed!
"we can play pass the pigs," stefanie said. i totaly missed the context. she bore a calm mona lisa smile. it was a look of simple, yet complete satisfaction. "i love that game," she said. "you should try it."
i've traveled the world and if i've learned anything from my travels, it's that this sort of pleasure is not often recognised. it's remarkable and i cannot relate.
and before i knew it, i was back at allisons. we listened to music. i played her some songs on my guitar. we reminised about first grade. and at some point, i was ready to go home.
i need to change lucy's oil before i drive her any more because her blood is black. it's not good and she cries. unfortionatley, goodyear is backed up with business. people want to change their tires in fear of impending snow.
i am sick of my parents calling me. i don't want to talk to them right now. and i am sick of the fact that i don't have a job. an idle saggitarius is quite the frusterated saggitarius. the refridgerator is not working. the computer is not working. and my car... i don't want to think about moving lucy because i don't want to hurt her. sometimes she's the best friend i've got.
somewhere along my travels, it's come to my attension that i have been living my life quite contradictory to how my spirit wants to live. i am loyal, but i like to roam and adventure. and for some god forsaken reason that i am not aware of, i like to tie myself down to things and ideas that do not bring me happiness.
is falling apart
i got this thing i consider my only art
of fucking people over
yes, i think a lot of employers out there are corrupt enough to fold up business and make a career out of finding blind spots.
i considered giving plasma to put myself on the board this week, but then decided not to. by monday i should have some temp work comming thru. doing janitorial stuff for the university.
allison invited me to her house. i was feeling anti-social after my library visit yesterday and waned to go home and dissapear. but i decided better of it and went against my anti-social tendancies.
stefanie called and of course, i hustled down to get a glimse of her. rather rediculous, arn't i? i've probably spooked the poor girl out of her mind with my irrational sentiments. she's quite cool.
i met stefanie and her friend at tully's for coffee. whatever her name was, she had blonde hair and she loved to talk.
another girl was flirting with the barista behind the counter, holding an application. she was obviously spending a lot of time ensuring that she got the job by flirting with the employees by asking lots of questions. something about the situation really moved me, but i'm not sure how.
stefanie's friend had a new ipod and she liked to talk about it. she was going to go home and download lots of new music to listen to. and she was excited about the new coldplay comming out soon. as well as the new system of a down. and whatever new music references she could find in the stranger.
my mind started to worry if it was such a good idea to park at the safeway parkinglot. but sometimes you're in too much of a hurry to pay heed to towing signs. such times are when you want to make a quick stop for coffee. such times are when you least want to get towed!
"we can play pass the pigs," stefanie said. i totaly missed the context. she bore a calm mona lisa smile. it was a look of simple, yet complete satisfaction. "i love that game," she said. "you should try it."
i've traveled the world and if i've learned anything from my travels, it's that this sort of pleasure is not often recognised. it's remarkable and i cannot relate.
and before i knew it, i was back at allisons. we listened to music. i played her some songs on my guitar. we reminised about first grade. and at some point, i was ready to go home.
i need to change lucy's oil before i drive her any more because her blood is black. it's not good and she cries. unfortionatley, goodyear is backed up with business. people want to change their tires in fear of impending snow.
i am sick of my parents calling me. i don't want to talk to them right now. and i am sick of the fact that i don't have a job. an idle saggitarius is quite the frusterated saggitarius. the refridgerator is not working. the computer is not working. and my car... i don't want to think about moving lucy because i don't want to hurt her. sometimes she's the best friend i've got.
somewhere along my travels, it's come to my attension that i have been living my life quite contradictory to how my spirit wants to live. i am loyal, but i like to roam and adventure. and for some god forsaken reason that i am not aware of, i like to tie myself down to things and ideas that do not bring me happiness.