at my parent's house; enough said
I don't quite know what to do with myself, except watch cable television in my sister's old room and drink red wine from a giant plastic wine glass.
Josh got me some Bukowski for Valentines day. It's one I've never heard of, called Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit. Full of wonderful poems about prostitutes, race tracks, scotch, and contempt for stupid people. So good.
Reading Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test now. I want some acid.
I also want to somehow vandalize SUVs. I was thinking something along the line of putting a huge sticker or decal over the little door that opens to the gas tank. I got cut off a lot today by yuppie-white-middle-aged-SUV drivers, and really they just make me sick, the way they choose to make the environment and energy crisis worse for everyone else so that they can pretend to have bigger genitalia than they actually do, or whatever stupid reason they think they need such a ridiculous vehicle. Cars with mud splats along the bottom wont get stickered, I've decided, as there is a need for 4 wheel drive vehicles in some instances, I understand.
Aye. San Fran, you are a wonderful bubble of tolerance and progression compared to butt-fuck everywhere else. That brings me comfort in times of temporary suburban misery.
Josh got me some Bukowski for Valentines day. It's one I've never heard of, called Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit. Full of wonderful poems about prostitutes, race tracks, scotch, and contempt for stupid people. So good.
Reading Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test now. I want some acid.
I also want to somehow vandalize SUVs. I was thinking something along the line of putting a huge sticker or decal over the little door that opens to the gas tank. I got cut off a lot today by yuppie-white-middle-aged-SUV drivers, and really they just make me sick, the way they choose to make the environment and energy crisis worse for everyone else so that they can pretend to have bigger genitalia than they actually do, or whatever stupid reason they think they need such a ridiculous vehicle. Cars with mud splats along the bottom wont get stickered, I've decided, as there is a need for 4 wheel drive vehicles in some instances, I understand.
Aye. San Fran, you are a wonderful bubble of tolerance and progression compared to butt-fuck everywhere else. That brings me comfort in times of temporary suburban misery.