sympathy
its over...
ive done it. i can remember the first time i laid eyes on it. me kay and rachel were walking through the isles of sams club i think looking for a microwave, which was way out of our price range anyway. have you ever been to a sams club? they are too big for their own good. they also go against my ideals of mass consumerisim, but people who shove sticks up their ass are just waiting for people to fight with them about it so i accepted my place in the world and contributed to the constantly plummeting downfall man kind and i shopped around. as i said the only microwave they had was like 60 dollars, and that is was to expensive. so we nosed around a little. i have to say my mouth was gaping. the size of the containers there where obscene. i dont know how people could consume the amount of food being offered in these cans, bags, and boxes of what i consider to be fairly common grocery items. it as if these items were some how responsible for the smaler versions we find in the normal supermarkets. like some weird person in the back of sams club mates the daddy and mommy tune cans and out come these baby ones which when i think of it are still pretty big. its terribly wastefull. but really fun to get carried away thinking of all the things one could do it the containers. so i bought a two gallon jar of pickles. for the container. as i was walking around with my pickle jar filled to the brim with about 180 pickle wedges, when i felt a low rumble beneath me. i paused for a moment and considered what it might be. but decided it was most likely nothing untill the rumble turned in to a huge crack and the flor split open in front of me the sun burst through the the steel beamed roof and hit the crack forming in front of me with such force it throw me backward. and then i could swear i heard the voice of god. i dont beleave in god so it most likely was the intercom system interpreting my dream sequence, but never the less there it was in front of me... i saw there on the self the newest most recent book by david sediris. and i have i feeling i wouldnt have even bothered buying it if it wasnt reduced price. 20% off. 15 dollars. what a steal. consumerism won again. but i just had to read it.
the first chapter was wonderfull, the second even better. this guy is so unbelievably funny. sometimes wen i reead the short essays i pretend that they are my stories. and it was my brother who dug fish tasting chicken out of the trash can in the middle of the night and ate with no remorse. but i know deep down inside this could never be. first of all my brother has no interest in leading such a complex life. he more or less flots by. he is a receiver of sorts he kind of absorbs things and barely respond, much like some one who is comatose does. it took me two days to read it. but had i read it straight through i would have been done in 8 hours. which is still a long time but for me i think its a record. if you have not read this book then you need to.i said its ok.
ive done it. i can remember the first time i laid eyes on it. me kay and rachel were walking through the isles of sams club i think looking for a microwave, which was way out of our price range anyway. have you ever been to a sams club? they are too big for their own good. they also go against my ideals of mass consumerisim, but people who shove sticks up their ass are just waiting for people to fight with them about it so i accepted my place in the world and contributed to the constantly plummeting downfall man kind and i shopped around. as i said the only microwave they had was like 60 dollars, and that is was to expensive. so we nosed around a little. i have to say my mouth was gaping. the size of the containers there where obscene. i dont know how people could consume the amount of food being offered in these cans, bags, and boxes of what i consider to be fairly common grocery items. it as if these items were some how responsible for the smaler versions we find in the normal supermarkets. like some weird person in the back of sams club mates the daddy and mommy tune cans and out come these baby ones which when i think of it are still pretty big. its terribly wastefull. but really fun to get carried away thinking of all the things one could do it the containers. so i bought a two gallon jar of pickles. for the container. as i was walking around with my pickle jar filled to the brim with about 180 pickle wedges, when i felt a low rumble beneath me. i paused for a moment and considered what it might be. but decided it was most likely nothing untill the rumble turned in to a huge crack and the flor split open in front of me the sun burst through the the steel beamed roof and hit the crack forming in front of me with such force it throw me backward. and then i could swear i heard the voice of god. i dont beleave in god so it most likely was the intercom system interpreting my dream sequence, but never the less there it was in front of me... i saw there on the self the newest most recent book by david sediris. and i have i feeling i wouldnt have even bothered buying it if it wasnt reduced price. 20% off. 15 dollars. what a steal. consumerism won again. but i just had to read it.
the first chapter was wonderfull, the second even better. this guy is so unbelievably funny. sometimes wen i reead the short essays i pretend that they are my stories. and it was my brother who dug fish tasting chicken out of the trash can in the middle of the night and ate with no remorse. but i know deep down inside this could never be. first of all my brother has no interest in leading such a complex life. he more or less flots by. he is a receiver of sorts he kind of absorbs things and barely respond, much like some one who is comatose does. it took me two days to read it. but had i read it straight through i would have been done in 8 hours. which is still a long time but for me i think its a record. if you have not read this book then you need to.i said its ok.