since i've been gone
I'm 27 now.
My left elbow hurts.
I'm feeling good.
Jesus, some people are whiny, ain't they?
I don't have too much to say. I saw Nick Slede play last night at a coffee shop in Irving right next to the old Sub Shop off of Rochelle and MacArthur. Then went to a birthday party in Southlake. I'm sure it'll be better tonight.
Texas just beat Baylor 62-0.
I'm wondering what to do tonight.
Will it be green tonight or amber?
Things are good at work. Pretty good.
I still hate my job but I comes by me hatin's square and fair.
Yarrr.
My dreams of late are filled with Kaiser Sose, dirty renny's, hacky sack tournaments, gay pirates, skeet shooting, folderol, swimming with bow-legged women, break-ups, balanced budgets, girls showing their boobies at a Nine Inch Nails concert ("Reptile", no less), wondering how old patricia arquette really is, patron, whole lotta patron, yoda dancing, one hand clapping, corporate gagging, boys named sue, a southlake girl named rachel skinny dipping infront of confused southlake cops, lop-sided grins, and mama kins.
Roman Red. That should explain my two favorite shows on t.v.
riddles in the dark. that should explain nothing at all.
what to do, what to do. any suggestions?
real suggestions? what is there to do tonight on a saturday night that i haven't done in awhile?
(damn, i'm setting myself up for this one, huh?)
BTW. I know I haven't posted in awhile. I'm not dead. Dallas is just a busy place. I love my new apartment. Location, location, baby's gotta locomotive, baby's come off the track, baby's gotta locomotive, got to peal the bitch off mah back.
Museums, Cafe Brazil, Lower Greenville, that beautiful downtown Dallas skyline on my way home from work at night (the best one is coming back off of 30 onto 75N...murals, baby, murals). For Christ's sakes, I had lunch at the Spagetti Warehouse the other day. My neighbors kick ass, except for the baby downstairs under my room (shut up, Kent...who won't read this). This town won't kill me...it might subdue me, jiggle the handle a few times, might even crack my bones (but only for the sounds it makes).
I'm enjoying myspace.com alot more. met some cool people from way back. (raises eyebrows twice). who knows? do you? what the fuck am I talkng about? Gotta go now.
My left elbow hurts.
I'm feeling good.
Jesus, some people are whiny, ain't they?
I don't have too much to say. I saw Nick Slede play last night at a coffee shop in Irving right next to the old Sub Shop off of Rochelle and MacArthur. Then went to a birthday party in Southlake. I'm sure it'll be better tonight.
Texas just beat Baylor 62-0.
I'm wondering what to do tonight.
Will it be green tonight or amber?
Things are good at work. Pretty good.
I still hate my job but I comes by me hatin's square and fair.
Yarrr.
My dreams of late are filled with Kaiser Sose, dirty renny's, hacky sack tournaments, gay pirates, skeet shooting, folderol, swimming with bow-legged women, break-ups, balanced budgets, girls showing their boobies at a Nine Inch Nails concert ("Reptile", no less), wondering how old patricia arquette really is, patron, whole lotta patron, yoda dancing, one hand clapping, corporate gagging, boys named sue, a southlake girl named rachel skinny dipping infront of confused southlake cops, lop-sided grins, and mama kins.
Roman Red. That should explain my two favorite shows on t.v.
riddles in the dark. that should explain nothing at all.
what to do, what to do. any suggestions?
real suggestions? what is there to do tonight on a saturday night that i haven't done in awhile?
(damn, i'm setting myself up for this one, huh?)
BTW. I know I haven't posted in awhile. I'm not dead. Dallas is just a busy place. I love my new apartment. Location, location, baby's gotta locomotive, baby's come off the track, baby's gotta locomotive, got to peal the bitch off mah back.
Museums, Cafe Brazil, Lower Greenville, that beautiful downtown Dallas skyline on my way home from work at night (the best one is coming back off of 30 onto 75N...murals, baby, murals). For Christ's sakes, I had lunch at the Spagetti Warehouse the other day. My neighbors kick ass, except for the baby downstairs under my room (shut up, Kent...who won't read this). This town won't kill me...it might subdue me, jiggle the handle a few times, might even crack my bones (but only for the sounds it makes).
I'm enjoying myspace.com alot more. met some cool people from way back. (raises eyebrows twice). who knows? do you? what the fuck am I talkng about? Gotta go now.