Gah! I'm out of my clever titles. . .well, as long as I don't overdose on Majong tiles. . .
JoeyStitch77 (10:46:01 PM): Let it never be said that The Stitch isn't a class-act. :-)
JoeyStitch77 (11:02:40 PM): Yeah. Oh and the meaning of life? Procreation. That's it. Well, that's it if you believe in the Darwinian theory of evolution.
bravo-oooo for mr. stitch, he's well, alive. and can be read at www.deadjournal.com/~joeystitch.
*nixon voice* let me make it perfectly clear. . .lol. well, dear friends, I'm running on 4 hours of sleep from 7:30 to 11:30 am this morning, after watching four movies, after being on the phone with a friend that ended up coming over, after exercise, after a nap, after a haircut, after bowling. wait? does this make sense?
no. and it shouldn't. this is my inane banter, and If I'm tired, hungry, nervous, jittery, energetic, pensive, silly, straining to see, well, then, good for me. it's better than being the 80-year old man with his pants around his ankles, with oatmeal around his face, pushing a shopping cart, and shouting about socialism. but, I digress. such happy mamories, or memories even, can fill me later.
Sophia: He's pushing up daises. . .
Dorothy: I didn't know he was dead!
Sophia: I didn't say that. He just has a really lousy job!
anyways, back to the narrative proper. I sat there, watching four movies, wanting to fall asleep during the first, and nearly went crazy trying to stay up. I felt like I had ADD, cause well, let's face it, a cup of coffee won't do this. especially when it's at midnight. I saw stand by me, manhattan, dead poet's society, and sunset boulevard. . .as I ignore grammatical conventions. well, I am an unconventional conventionalist. am I right or am I right? or left. my country, right or left. hehehe.
gah, where was I?! it's been ages since I've updated this thing. it'll be ages again. I had some chinese food that was lovely enough and a starbucks. wheee! hehehehe. read more from the gay section at barnes and nobles. god, sexuality is confusing. and people are so ugly. well, until you get to know them. it's like, how can you fuck based off looks? we look like freaks. and not even the pretty kind you find in a circus doing cartwheels, or coming out of the impossibly small car. damn the circus. oh, I wrote a poem about that. . . and I already posted it. damn, it's been ages. I think if I neglect this long enough, the words will mount, and like super-sperm, it'll flow out and blanket me in white words. wait, was that racist or sexual or just plain confused? screw this paragraph!!!
chapter one. He idolized New York, all out of proportion. no, no. He romanticised it, all out of proportion. . ..too angry. . .well, I wanna sell books. . .too preachy. and, finally. . .Interstellar Perversions!!!
I think I feel good. but, I'm not sure. I swear to god, I'll give you a cookie to analyse this. *giggles and shakes uncontrollably* *coughs* okay. I had my spasm. I'm spent for now. I'll be back later this week, to bitch about the horrors of my wisdom teeth being removed. I gotta go. it's hard to keep up in IMs with the noiseless clatter of thoughts and yeah. gah! cookie!
JoeyStitch77 (11:02:40 PM): Yeah. Oh and the meaning of life? Procreation. That's it. Well, that's it if you believe in the Darwinian theory of evolution.
bravo-oooo for mr. stitch, he's well, alive. and can be read at www.deadjournal.com/~joeystitch.
*nixon voice* let me make it perfectly clear. . .lol. well, dear friends, I'm running on 4 hours of sleep from 7:30 to 11:30 am this morning, after watching four movies, after being on the phone with a friend that ended up coming over, after exercise, after a nap, after a haircut, after bowling. wait? does this make sense?
no. and it shouldn't. this is my inane banter, and If I'm tired, hungry, nervous, jittery, energetic, pensive, silly, straining to see, well, then, good for me. it's better than being the 80-year old man with his pants around his ankles, with oatmeal around his face, pushing a shopping cart, and shouting about socialism. but, I digress. such happy mamories, or memories even, can fill me later.
Sophia: He's pushing up daises. . .
Dorothy: I didn't know he was dead!
Sophia: I didn't say that. He just has a really lousy job!
anyways, back to the narrative proper. I sat there, watching four movies, wanting to fall asleep during the first, and nearly went crazy trying to stay up. I felt like I had ADD, cause well, let's face it, a cup of coffee won't do this. especially when it's at midnight. I saw stand by me, manhattan, dead poet's society, and sunset boulevard. . .as I ignore grammatical conventions. well, I am an unconventional conventionalist. am I right or am I right? or left. my country, right or left. hehehe.
gah, where was I?! it's been ages since I've updated this thing. it'll be ages again. I had some chinese food that was lovely enough and a starbucks. wheee! hehehehe. read more from the gay section at barnes and nobles. god, sexuality is confusing. and people are so ugly. well, until you get to know them. it's like, how can you fuck based off looks? we look like freaks. and not even the pretty kind you find in a circus doing cartwheels, or coming out of the impossibly small car. damn the circus. oh, I wrote a poem about that. . . and I already posted it. damn, it's been ages. I think if I neglect this long enough, the words will mount, and like super-sperm, it'll flow out and blanket me in white words. wait, was that racist or sexual or just plain confused? screw this paragraph!!!
chapter one. He idolized New York, all out of proportion. no, no. He romanticised it, all out of proportion. . ..too angry. . .well, I wanna sell books. . .too preachy. and, finally. . .Interstellar Perversions!!!
I think I feel good. but, I'm not sure. I swear to god, I'll give you a cookie to analyse this. *giggles and shakes uncontrollably* *coughs* okay. I had my spasm. I'm spent for now. I'll be back later this week, to bitch about the horrors of my wisdom teeth being removed. I gotta go. it's hard to keep up in IMs with the noiseless clatter of thoughts and yeah. gah! cookie!