Oh, I'm stuck on this jam
My birthday party was the sweetness, sweetnesses. Wait until the pictures surface, it was incredibly radical. I decorated our apartment like fashion show meets silence of the lambs with all this draping fabric and back-lighting. Even the cocktails were fancy and I'll be damned if they didn't match the glowing red and black light bulbs in all the sockets. Which matched my hat, the napkins, birthday shot and my finger nails. It sounds Polish but it really was cool. Oh, and I had sunday off of work. I was hungover and the skies opened up. It started raining sunday and it's just about to let up now.
I don't want to get magical sounding, but the end of a 180-something day drought with a veritable monsoon, washing the summer from our calloused city in sheets of water for days and days, it got my brain worked up something awful. I'm feeling drastic and unafraid to change things about myself that ought to be changed. I'm afraid I might let myself down with all these big plans I'm cooking up, but I figure my heart's in the right place.
Little Arthur, your thing was so frickin' funny I had to do it. You do it too, everyone else.
a - age: just a smidge over 22 now
b - bands listening to right now: jimmy eat world
c - career of the future: guitar player, singer and martyr, rocking out in the name of our god, ROCK AND ROLL, WE ARE TUPAC AND THE 2PACS! They'll write about how we changed music.
d - dad's name: John Harvey Hey
e - ethnic background: cracka
f - favorite song at the moment: on the new jimmy eat world record, it's tracks 9, 10 and 11 on a repeat playlist like one continuous song that summarizes their career as a band. It's right nice if you're into that sort of thing.
g - great escape: my imagination.
h - hometown: tha muthfuckin' Ruff Buff
i - instrument: d-cup
j - job title: something really funny
k - kids: I like them best in movies, usually. Mostly, yeah, with the exception of that little boy with the curly hair that gave ossie a straw he drooled all over in line at jamba juice. I was about to go denzel on that little guy.
l - last person you talked to on the phone: little sam jiles
m - mom's name: Margaret Hey, Esq. that's E-S-Q-period.
n - number of siblings: my brotha Jem
o - oldest sibling: I am the oldest. and smartest and coolest.
p - phobia[s] / fear[s]: So many things, jesus. Moths, chest injuries, x files, car accidents, rapists, the freeway, centipedes, mold, being too tall, cancer, cavities, where do you want me to stop? Shit nigga, I'll keep going.
q - favorite quote: "Bums be takin' showers in there" -BT, on the fountain at the westin
s - song you sang last: I was singing a song I made up earlier. << I too was singing a song I made up earlier. Mine was like "Fiiiishfooood smells like pooooo"
u - unknown facts about me: I developed another monkey pock this week. That's two this year. WAIT until you see it.
v - vegetable you hate: lame question. next.
w - worst habit: repetitive behaviors. Like listening to one song for three months and doing laundry every day for two weeks straight, and compulsively buying Man On Fire on pay-per-view, four days running now and watching the first half hour about twenty times, too exhausted to get any further before falling asleep- but I REALLY HAVE TO KNOW HOW IT ENDS. Do you think maybe I'm autistic, maybe?
x - x-rays you've had: Like a million, jealous.
y - yummy food: butter
z - zodiac sign: Libra. Unfortunately not similar to Lebran Thomas, a boy in my english class for whom I would sooner die than talk to for more than five minutes without falling apart, a dribbling, giggle-mess. I'm a waste.
I don't want to get magical sounding, but the end of a 180-something day drought with a veritable monsoon, washing the summer from our calloused city in sheets of water for days and days, it got my brain worked up something awful. I'm feeling drastic and unafraid to change things about myself that ought to be changed. I'm afraid I might let myself down with all these big plans I'm cooking up, but I figure my heart's in the right place.
Little Arthur, your thing was so frickin' funny I had to do it. You do it too, everyone else.
a - age: just a smidge over 22 now
b - bands listening to right now: jimmy eat world
c - career of the future: guitar player, singer and martyr, rocking out in the name of our god, ROCK AND ROLL, WE ARE TUPAC AND THE 2PACS! They'll write about how we changed music.
d - dad's name: John Harvey Hey
e - ethnic background: cracka
f - favorite song at the moment: on the new jimmy eat world record, it's tracks 9, 10 and 11 on a repeat playlist like one continuous song that summarizes their career as a band. It's right nice if you're into that sort of thing.
g - great escape: my imagination.
h - hometown: tha muthfuckin' Ruff Buff
i - instrument: d-cup
j - job title: something really funny
k - kids: I like them best in movies, usually. Mostly, yeah, with the exception of that little boy with the curly hair that gave ossie a straw he drooled all over in line at jamba juice. I was about to go denzel on that little guy.
l - last person you talked to on the phone: little sam jiles
m - mom's name: Margaret Hey, Esq. that's E-S-Q-period.
n - number of siblings: my brotha Jem
o - oldest sibling: I am the oldest. and smartest and coolest.
p - phobia[s] / fear[s]: So many things, jesus. Moths, chest injuries, x files, car accidents, rapists, the freeway, centipedes, mold, being too tall, cancer, cavities, where do you want me to stop? Shit nigga, I'll keep going.
q - favorite quote: "Bums be takin' showers in there" -BT, on the fountain at the westin
s - song you sang last: I was singing a song I made up earlier. << I too was singing a song I made up earlier. Mine was like "Fiiiishfooood smells like pooooo"
u - unknown facts about me: I developed another monkey pock this week. That's two this year. WAIT until you see it.
v - vegetable you hate: lame question. next.
w - worst habit: repetitive behaviors. Like listening to one song for three months and doing laundry every day for two weeks straight, and compulsively buying Man On Fire on pay-per-view, four days running now and watching the first half hour about twenty times, too exhausted to get any further before falling asleep- but I REALLY HAVE TO KNOW HOW IT ENDS. Do you think maybe I'm autistic, maybe?
x - x-rays you've had: Like a million, jealous.
y - yummy food: butter
z - zodiac sign: Libra. Unfortunately not similar to Lebran Thomas, a boy in my english class for whom I would sooner die than talk to for more than five minutes without falling apart, a dribbling, giggle-mess. I'm a waste.