What is this "Walking to Places" Stuff?
Yeeeeehaw y'all.
I took Jupiter to the dog park today. I met this woman who proudly told me her dog was a Hungarian Pumi, flown here from some breeder in Missouri. I said it was a pretty dog. She said "Thanks. I wish I could return the compliment to yours."
So I slapped her.
No, I didn't slap her. I felt like it, but I didn't. Vermont must be mellowing me out. But really - there are a lot of very, very spoiled people here.
I'm not hearing too many good transmissions from Tennessee so far; in fact, the day I moved, shit kind of exploded into a rain of eggs, baloney, and lipsticked scrawling on a windowshield. The wild part is she shared this with me. Maybe it was nuts. Maybe it was juvenile and over the top. Or maybe - just maybe - the Great Scourge DL Bergmeier deserved it for what he did to that girl - he deserved worse even. And maybe you just have to kind of stand back and respect a lady who's willing to admit that sometimes the need to mess with a fucker's head outweighs the millstone of humiliation, as a wise man once put it.
Along the same lines, I have been rewatching all seasons of the X-Files from my stash of Chinese bootlegged copies. It is a very nostalgic thing.
There's a thing going on here called "The Festival of Fools," which apparently includes all kinds of street performers doing all things street performer-y. Lots of cute girlies walking around in burlesque costumes and other unicorn-ish untouchable sorts. I've been forced to realize two things about myself: 1) I am too fat to be a circus performer and 2) I am much MUCH too fat to wear American Apparel clothing. I am okay with both of these things. I saw a cute drummer for a street band that included onlookers' children banging on upturned buckets. Mmm cuties. There are lots of them here.
Yeah, I'm lonely. But kind of in a good way. I can't explain it. But lonely in a good way. Also, I can't get on a decent sleep schedule. That ain't good.
I took Jupiter to the dog park today. I met this woman who proudly told me her dog was a Hungarian Pumi, flown here from some breeder in Missouri. I said it was a pretty dog. She said "Thanks. I wish I could return the compliment to yours."
So I slapped her.
No, I didn't slap her. I felt like it, but I didn't. Vermont must be mellowing me out. But really - there are a lot of very, very spoiled people here.
I'm not hearing too many good transmissions from Tennessee so far; in fact, the day I moved, shit kind of exploded into a rain of eggs, baloney, and lipsticked scrawling on a windowshield. The wild part is she shared this with me. Maybe it was nuts. Maybe it was juvenile and over the top. Or maybe - just maybe - the Great Scourge DL Bergmeier deserved it for what he did to that girl - he deserved worse even. And maybe you just have to kind of stand back and respect a lady who's willing to admit that sometimes the need to mess with a fucker's head outweighs the millstone of humiliation, as a wise man once put it.
Along the same lines, I have been rewatching all seasons of the X-Files from my stash of Chinese bootlegged copies. It is a very nostalgic thing.
There's a thing going on here called "The Festival of Fools," which apparently includes all kinds of street performers doing all things street performer-y. Lots of cute girlies walking around in burlesque costumes and other unicorn-ish untouchable sorts. I've been forced to realize two things about myself: 1) I am too fat to be a circus performer and 2) I am much MUCH too fat to wear American Apparel clothing. I am okay with both of these things. I saw a cute drummer for a street band that included onlookers' children banging on upturned buckets. Mmm cuties. There are lots of them here.
Yeah, I'm lonely. But kind of in a good way. I can't explain it. But lonely in a good way. Also, I can't get on a decent sleep schedule. That ain't good.