Bloody Mary Time
I have officially missed the train to Ventura. I was supposed to go out there with Jake and John, but I slept in and don't care anyways because it is not so very hot today that the beach would be doable except in a sweater and who cares about beaches in sweaters? I am instead going to take my goddamned Hemingway or whatever the fuck it is to the Egg Plantation and get loaded on Bloody maries and pick at the eggs and broodily waste time eyeing the waiters.
I need a new tire for my bike and I need to fucking clean up my goddmaned studio. Its like my life. In a pile.
Living in one room again feels great though. Its actually not so much great as lonely as hell. Maybe once I organize the large heaps of crap, I will find a nice sort of zen balance and I can hire a little butler to roll fancy cigarettes for me and place then in the corner fumidor every night when I'm not looking. Wait. Where's my fumidor? It was supposed to be here last week!
I need a new tire for my bike and I need to fucking clean up my goddmaned studio. Its like my life. In a pile.
Living in one room again feels great though. Its actually not so much great as lonely as hell. Maybe once I organize the large heaps of crap, I will find a nice sort of zen balance and I can hire a little butler to roll fancy cigarettes for me and place then in the corner fumidor every night when I'm not looking. Wait. Where's my fumidor? It was supposed to be here last week!