I'm Looking at Pussy on my Computer...
And that pussy is of course Iris the cat. Big round of applause for the furball!!! (**Thunderous adulations**)
So, another week when I get to look into my wallet and say "Hey, where'd da money go?" At the rate that I blowing money, I might have to skip Christmas. Just kidding. Still a month away. Speaking, of the big C, headin' up to Norf Cackolackey around that time. Looking to get about 10 days off. I'm not really sure if I wanted more time or not, but I feel that that is the best that I can do. So for all you vagrants and whores way up North, if you want to see me come December, heed that offer is only valid while supplies lasts.
Now, on with the whining. Been in a funk lately, big surprise to all of my loyal readers, I'm sure. Talked about it with a couple people, and with my cat, and sometimes with myself, and you know...maybe I'm just starting to lose it all over again. Where is my mind? And why the hell haven't the Pixies done anything of import in the last like 6 months. Bah. Anyways, I'm cool, but I just need to keep myself busy. I've been working a lot. A LOT. But that's mainly to get away from the empty shell that is called my apartment, and perhaps to avoid the distatefulness of all that entails life by the university.
I am not a college kid. One more time now. I am not a college kid. Hell, I don't even know what that is for, but I feel it necessary to shout every now and then. I AM NOT A COLLEGE KID!!! Maybe one day I will be again, but even then I don't really think I'll possess the same mentality as what is considered typical of a "college kid". Surprisingly I don't like going to bars to try and get laid. And parties of thousands of sweaty freshmen really aren't that appealing. And you know what else, I am absolutely sick and tired of people telling me how easy my life must be compared to their hellish mid-term cram week. Boo fucking hoo.
I'm not saying that I feel superior in my great and mighty, world weathered, streetwise, service industry lifestyle. I just am tired of being made to feel inferior. Hell I might go back to school someday, but I can't really see what I can get out of it. Not now. Maybe next week I'll have changed my tune, but for now, fuck it, let's go bowling.
What else, what else, what else...So, Olga is dating Curtis. Fun fun. More rejection. I guess that's unfair. Technically he was there first, but you know what I feel like I should be selfish here. How the hell am I supposed to rebound if I keep getting rejected by these girls? Yes, that's girls as in plural. I have sufficiently whittled my dating pool down to a frighteningly slight few. I'm on the brink of just giving up on all of it. Throwing in the towel. Celibacy. Perhaps I'll just become gay. I know a lot more gay men then single straight women. Yeah, I know, first of three conversations (bonus points for who gets the reference).
Anywhoodle, not much else going on. Going to the Decemberist show on Thurs. VIP tickets to VooDoo fest on Sat. Halloween around the corner, but no plans as of yet. If I work, which is most probable, I'm going to dress as a Hard Rock Cafe employee. The irony here being that I work at Bubba Gump's and Hard Rock is across the street and perhaps are largest competitor. That and I hate those mother fuckers. It's irony. Look it up.
Besides all of that, I've been working on a screenplay. I have no idea how to write a screenplay and have never written an extensive amount of dialogue, ao in all it sucks so far, but then again it's a zombie flick, so it's ok if it's terrible. See how that works? I'm creative. And an alcoholic. But that's tangential.
So is the fact that Tower Records is closing. Not just the one on Decatut, but all Tower Records across the globe. Sucks for them. And me. No place to get new music from now. One of the deepest joys in my life is killing a couple hours in a record shop. Looking for music, making lists of possible purchases, narrowing it down, scrapping the thing, walking out with nothing. Love it. As a gift to myself I decided to round off my record collection as much as Tower records could accomodate. Dropped a bill, but I was looking to spend about 250. In other words their inventory sucks. Oh well. Replaced my copy of M83's "Dead Cities, Red Seas, and Lost Ghosts" with a remastered import. It's awesome. Also got Boy Least Likely To, some Explosions in the Sky, Rilo Kiley, and Boris. Other stuff not mentioning of course. Not porn. I swear on top of a stack of sticky magazines.
In closing, a long post that only few will read. To those I bid you thanks. Perhaps there are some who really do care about me.....that still use livejournal. Ha!! A closing thought. The other day I put on the best selection of music at Club D on their internet jukebox. Probably like 20 songs. This may have been a first, but I really think that the other people there enjoyed what I put on. Non-verbal hints here. People singing along. This one girl was actually dancing. And more than once I could just make out across the bar someone saying to their friend: "I like this. Do you know who it is?" It's a weird feeling. I've always thought of talent as being something ou can share with other people to get a reaction out of them; to excite them, arouse them, make them happy, at least for a moment. Maybe I have my little talents after all.
Sweet Dreams all you Cats and Kittens.
So, another week when I get to look into my wallet and say "Hey, where'd da money go?" At the rate that I blowing money, I might have to skip Christmas. Just kidding. Still a month away. Speaking, of the big C, headin' up to Norf Cackolackey around that time. Looking to get about 10 days off. I'm not really sure if I wanted more time or not, but I feel that that is the best that I can do. So for all you vagrants and whores way up North, if you want to see me come December, heed that offer is only valid while supplies lasts.
Now, on with the whining. Been in a funk lately, big surprise to all of my loyal readers, I'm sure. Talked about it with a couple people, and with my cat, and sometimes with myself, and you know...maybe I'm just starting to lose it all over again. Where is my mind? And why the hell haven't the Pixies done anything of import in the last like 6 months. Bah. Anyways, I'm cool, but I just need to keep myself busy. I've been working a lot. A LOT. But that's mainly to get away from the empty shell that is called my apartment, and perhaps to avoid the distatefulness of all that entails life by the university.
I am not a college kid. One more time now. I am not a college kid. Hell, I don't even know what that is for, but I feel it necessary to shout every now and then. I AM NOT A COLLEGE KID!!! Maybe one day I will be again, but even then I don't really think I'll possess the same mentality as what is considered typical of a "college kid". Surprisingly I don't like going to bars to try and get laid. And parties of thousands of sweaty freshmen really aren't that appealing. And you know what else, I am absolutely sick and tired of people telling me how easy my life must be compared to their hellish mid-term cram week. Boo fucking hoo.
I'm not saying that I feel superior in my great and mighty, world weathered, streetwise, service industry lifestyle. I just am tired of being made to feel inferior. Hell I might go back to school someday, but I can't really see what I can get out of it. Not now. Maybe next week I'll have changed my tune, but for now, fuck it, let's go bowling.
What else, what else, what else...So, Olga is dating Curtis. Fun fun. More rejection. I guess that's unfair. Technically he was there first, but you know what I feel like I should be selfish here. How the hell am I supposed to rebound if I keep getting rejected by these girls? Yes, that's girls as in plural. I have sufficiently whittled my dating pool down to a frighteningly slight few. I'm on the brink of just giving up on all of it. Throwing in the towel. Celibacy. Perhaps I'll just become gay. I know a lot more gay men then single straight women. Yeah, I know, first of three conversations (bonus points for who gets the reference).
Anywhoodle, not much else going on. Going to the Decemberist show on Thurs. VIP tickets to VooDoo fest on Sat. Halloween around the corner, but no plans as of yet. If I work, which is most probable, I'm going to dress as a Hard Rock Cafe employee. The irony here being that I work at Bubba Gump's and Hard Rock is across the street and perhaps are largest competitor. That and I hate those mother fuckers. It's irony. Look it up.
Besides all of that, I've been working on a screenplay. I have no idea how to write a screenplay and have never written an extensive amount of dialogue, ao in all it sucks so far, but then again it's a zombie flick, so it's ok if it's terrible. See how that works? I'm creative. And an alcoholic. But that's tangential.
So is the fact that Tower Records is closing. Not just the one on Decatut, but all Tower Records across the globe. Sucks for them. And me. No place to get new music from now. One of the deepest joys in my life is killing a couple hours in a record shop. Looking for music, making lists of possible purchases, narrowing it down, scrapping the thing, walking out with nothing. Love it. As a gift to myself I decided to round off my record collection as much as Tower records could accomodate. Dropped a bill, but I was looking to spend about 250. In other words their inventory sucks. Oh well. Replaced my copy of M83's "Dead Cities, Red Seas, and Lost Ghosts" with a remastered import. It's awesome. Also got Boy Least Likely To, some Explosions in the Sky, Rilo Kiley, and Boris. Other stuff not mentioning of course. Not porn. I swear on top of a stack of sticky magazines.
In closing, a long post that only few will read. To those I bid you thanks. Perhaps there are some who really do care about me.....that still use livejournal. Ha!! A closing thought. The other day I put on the best selection of music at Club D on their internet jukebox. Probably like 20 songs. This may have been a first, but I really think that the other people there enjoyed what I put on. Non-verbal hints here. People singing along. This one girl was actually dancing. And more than once I could just make out across the bar someone saying to their friend: "I like this. Do you know who it is?" It's a weird feeling. I've always thought of talent as being something ou can share with other people to get a reaction out of them; to excite them, arouse them, make them happy, at least for a moment. Maybe I have my little talents after all.
Sweet Dreams all you Cats and Kittens.