girls and stuff
have you ever noticed
how in a movie
the good sex scene
is always in the first fifteen minutes
like to get your attenstion
okay, now that i got your attention, i'm going to tell you about my stupid life.
i went down to the sulstace by myself today. i read some of schrodinger's cat. i love this book. and i love the sulstance. there are such cute girls in there all of the time.
yesterday, when joe and i were there, a couple of cute girls were infront of us in line. i was checkin' one of them out when the other one spilled her coffee on the floor. joe and i got a rag and started cleaning it up for them.
i think the girls felt uncomfortable with that situation so they motioned for us to hand them the rags. and they cleaned up after themselves.
no words were exchanged. and i motioned to joe that we should try to join these chicks for coffee, but i chickened out. i'm not really good at that stuff. i don't think i even wanted to hook up or anything. i just wish i had more courage to meet more people. just get involved.
it's my goal in life to know everybody in the world, one person at at a time.
joe and i played chess, instead. and i beat him. i'd kind of like for us to do that again. i am inspired to start a society. it's going to be called the exclusive secret society of all inclusiveness. it's a post-nihilist group, of course. and i might be wrong, but perhaps it's basicly a primitive form of existencialism. either way, i love having that sense of community.
i ran into floyd last night. he and marty have parted ways. i guess marty and floyd were at the bar and marty was trying to score some ass. and they found some broad who was going to give it up to one or both of them. but marty was too drunk to know it and he stormed out, calling floyd a cock blocker.
floyd told me that he hit that pussy. it was the first he's scored in over eight years. he was a one bump chump, alright. and he was so happy about it.
i'm not sure how i feel about all of this. i meet all these people and i soak in their stories. i mull them over and i just think. are we looking for happiness in all of the right places? am i thinking too deeply about these things? or maybe life really is shallow.
the river runs deep and the river runs shallow.
when things get bad, just tell yourself that things could be worse. there is an infinite number of universes out there where you can only dream of a life this good. and of course, there is an infinite number of universes out there, where life is even better. and if you will it, maybe you can mannage to visit those other universes. for a little while.
the trick to psychic space travel between the universes is faith without desire. have faith that it can happen and is happening.
yeah. i'm really having fun with this parallel universe thing. it's absolute horseshit, i know. but it's fun.
how in a movie
the good sex scene
is always in the first fifteen minutes
like to get your attenstion
okay, now that i got your attention, i'm going to tell you about my stupid life.
i went down to the sulstace by myself today. i read some of schrodinger's cat. i love this book. and i love the sulstance. there are such cute girls in there all of the time.
yesterday, when joe and i were there, a couple of cute girls were infront of us in line. i was checkin' one of them out when the other one spilled her coffee on the floor. joe and i got a rag and started cleaning it up for them.
i think the girls felt uncomfortable with that situation so they motioned for us to hand them the rags. and they cleaned up after themselves.
no words were exchanged. and i motioned to joe that we should try to join these chicks for coffee, but i chickened out. i'm not really good at that stuff. i don't think i even wanted to hook up or anything. i just wish i had more courage to meet more people. just get involved.
it's my goal in life to know everybody in the world, one person at at a time.
joe and i played chess, instead. and i beat him. i'd kind of like for us to do that again. i am inspired to start a society. it's going to be called the exclusive secret society of all inclusiveness. it's a post-nihilist group, of course. and i might be wrong, but perhaps it's basicly a primitive form of existencialism. either way, i love having that sense of community.
i ran into floyd last night. he and marty have parted ways. i guess marty and floyd were at the bar and marty was trying to score some ass. and they found some broad who was going to give it up to one or both of them. but marty was too drunk to know it and he stormed out, calling floyd a cock blocker.
floyd told me that he hit that pussy. it was the first he's scored in over eight years. he was a one bump chump, alright. and he was so happy about it.
i'm not sure how i feel about all of this. i meet all these people and i soak in their stories. i mull them over and i just think. are we looking for happiness in all of the right places? am i thinking too deeply about these things? or maybe life really is shallow.
the river runs deep and the river runs shallow.
when things get bad, just tell yourself that things could be worse. there is an infinite number of universes out there where you can only dream of a life this good. and of course, there is an infinite number of universes out there, where life is even better. and if you will it, maybe you can mannage to visit those other universes. for a little while.
the trick to psychic space travel between the universes is faith without desire. have faith that it can happen and is happening.
yeah. i'm really having fun with this parallel universe thing. it's absolute horseshit, i know. but it's fun.