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Lately I've been in a terrible sort of malaise, the kind that stubbornly persists despite a full consciousness of its own ridiculousness. I feel a bit like Elisabet Vogler in Persona, when she stops herself mid-sentence on stage, and a strange expression comes over her face, as if she's just had an epiphany of some sort, a mystical insight into the pointlessness of spending her life trying to perform, to achieve, to excel, and she retreats into her own private world of silence and freedom and psychosis. I have a paper that is now 2 1/2 weeks late, and I don't know when I'll find the will to write it.
The other night I was sitting outside my apartment building at 3 AM, smoking, when I noticed this girl standing half-hidden in a nearby doorway, watching me. The streetlight above my head was blinking on and off every few seconds, as it always does, and the tree across the street, the one that has had a trash bag stuck in the tangle of its branches for the past year, was flooding the street with white petals. It was a rather surreal moment.
At first I pretended not to notice the girl standing there, staring at me, but as the minutes wore on and she didn't move an inch, I grew more and more curious- why on earth was she watching me? A half-hour passed, and, having consumed my fill of toxic gases, I went up to my apartment. From my window, I saw this same girl slowly creep out from the doorway, pick up a small package that had been sitting in the bushes nearby, and scurry back inside. Apparently she had been waiting that entire time just to make sure that I didn't see her pick up this package. Now I am dying to know what was inside- a pound of pure? a shipment of kalashnikovs from the Ukraine? IF THERE ARE ANY ILLEGAL GOINGS-ON IN MY BUILDING, I WANT IN ON THEM. I think the next time I see her I will offer my services as courier.
I've been trying to get my hands on this bootleg slowdive dvd that this guy has been selling on ebay. He is notorious for taking months to ship them out, and there is nothing we poor buyers can do about it, because no one else seems to have this particular item, and ripped copies are nowhere to be found on any of the filesharing networks. He is the Soup Nazi of ebay- we are all standing in line, shivering, naked, obsequious, desperate for our soup, terrified of offending him and being turned away. But yesterday I was in a bold mood, and I sent him this threatening email:
It's now been almost 4 months since I won the auction for the slowdive dvd, and I still haven't received it. I see from your feedback profile that other buyers have had similar experiences. Now, I consider myself pretty patient, and tolerant of little mix-ups and so on, and I don't mean to come off sounding like an asshole here- but really, I paid over $60 for this dvd, and if I don't receive it within the next month, I'll have no choice but to give negative feedback & file a complaint with ebay. -David
Today I am hitting myself for sending it- I just know it must have deeply offended his Soup Nazi Pride and ruined any chances I might have had of receiving the precious dvd. NO SOUP FOR YOU!
The other night I was sitting outside my apartment building at 3 AM, smoking, when I noticed this girl standing half-hidden in a nearby doorway, watching me. The streetlight above my head was blinking on and off every few seconds, as it always does, and the tree across the street, the one that has had a trash bag stuck in the tangle of its branches for the past year, was flooding the street with white petals. It was a rather surreal moment.
At first I pretended not to notice the girl standing there, staring at me, but as the minutes wore on and she didn't move an inch, I grew more and more curious- why on earth was she watching me? A half-hour passed, and, having consumed my fill of toxic gases, I went up to my apartment. From my window, I saw this same girl slowly creep out from the doorway, pick up a small package that had been sitting in the bushes nearby, and scurry back inside. Apparently she had been waiting that entire time just to make sure that I didn't see her pick up this package. Now I am dying to know what was inside- a pound of pure? a shipment of kalashnikovs from the Ukraine? IF THERE ARE ANY ILLEGAL GOINGS-ON IN MY BUILDING, I WANT IN ON THEM. I think the next time I see her I will offer my services as courier.
I've been trying to get my hands on this bootleg slowdive dvd that this guy has been selling on ebay. He is notorious for taking months to ship them out, and there is nothing we poor buyers can do about it, because no one else seems to have this particular item, and ripped copies are nowhere to be found on any of the filesharing networks. He is the Soup Nazi of ebay- we are all standing in line, shivering, naked, obsequious, desperate for our soup, terrified of offending him and being turned away. But yesterday I was in a bold mood, and I sent him this threatening email:
It's now been almost 4 months since I won the auction for the slowdive dvd, and I still haven't received it. I see from your feedback profile that other buyers have had similar experiences. Now, I consider myself pretty patient, and tolerant of little mix-ups and so on, and I don't mean to come off sounding like an asshole here- but really, I paid over $60 for this dvd, and if I don't receive it within the next month, I'll have no choice but to give negative feedback & file a complaint with ebay. -David
Today I am hitting myself for sending it- I just know it must have deeply offended his Soup Nazi Pride and ruined any chances I might have had of receiving the precious dvd. NO SOUP FOR YOU!