thursday
this morning i blew my nose on a page i tore out of the big communal bible they keep next to the water fountain at the ymca. does that make me a bad person? well they have to expect it during cold season, if they provide that enormous large-print book with all those tissuey pages and not a box of kleenex in the place. so soft on my inflamed nostrils too, plus the word of god is like amazingly absorbent. it felt so right. oh wait, i'm pretty sure it was a page out of one of those old jewish parts, so it's totally ok. never mind then!
then on the way home i stopped at our city hall, because i wanted to get a couple stars off the poor-kids-need-barbies-too tree. you are supposed to pluck a kid's ornament off the tree and buy whatever toy the kid wrote down as a christmas wish. but what do you know, all the stars have already been snatched up! fucking do-gooders.
oh and i was completely wrong about those inflatable christmas characters springing up in people's yards. i figured you just inflate them with your lungs, and they've got a weight in the bottom to keep them from blowing away. kind of like the old punching bags they kept at the social worker's office for me as a youngster, for working out my anger and stuff. anyway i walked past a couple of plump, airy snowpersons on the way into city hall, and it turns out they've got a little electric-powered machine in the bottoms, constantly pumping hot air to keep them inflated. and i just thought wow, what a sensible use of nonrenewable resources. ha ha ha, my other idea was really stupid! why waste your own personal time and energy blowing up a snowman once, when you can run a generator nonstop for a whole month?
then on the way home i stopped at our city hall, because i wanted to get a couple stars off the poor-kids-need-barbies-too tree. you are supposed to pluck a kid's ornament off the tree and buy whatever toy the kid wrote down as a christmas wish. but what do you know, all the stars have already been snatched up! fucking do-gooders.
oh and i was completely wrong about those inflatable christmas characters springing up in people's yards. i figured you just inflate them with your lungs, and they've got a weight in the bottom to keep them from blowing away. kind of like the old punching bags they kept at the social worker's office for me as a youngster, for working out my anger and stuff. anyway i walked past a couple of plump, airy snowpersons on the way into city hall, and it turns out they've got a little electric-powered machine in the bottoms, constantly pumping hot air to keep them inflated. and i just thought wow, what a sensible use of nonrenewable resources. ha ha ha, my other idea was really stupid! why waste your own personal time and energy blowing up a snowman once, when you can run a generator nonstop for a whole month?