the crown of gloom is upon me
My weekend is ruined by work. I know i'm not alone. Many of you have fallen under the same curse. I'm going to miss Miss Deathkit's fashion show, i'm going to miss her acceptance speech for the $500. Her hair looks so fucking cute. It makes me sad. This weather doesn't help either. Already the grey skies are setting in. Already they're having an effect on me. I woke up this morning and cut my own hair. I hate doing it. But what i hate more is going somewhere and paying for someone else to do it. I always hate how it turns out. I always come dangerously close to fucking it all up when i do it myself.
I was fooling around at work last night and was looking up that poetry book i'm in, seeing where it's for sale across the country. I was fascinated to see that there are copies in La Vergne TN, Roseburg OR, and Momence IL. Places i have never heard of before.
Then i found out that Gabriel Garcia Marquez has a new book out, his first in many many years. I believe the translation works out to Memory of My Sad Prostitutes. Unfortunately, it's only currently available in Spanish, and the English translation version won't be out until sometime next year. Makes me wish i paid more attention to Spanish class in high school. Cest la vie.
Last night at work, an old man in a wheelchair decided to take the escalator instead of the elevator. There was a loud racket and i look up to see this wheelchair tumbling down the escalator and my heart jumped out of my throat, no one was in it! I began to panic. Somehow this old man managed to leap out of his wheelchair and grab onto the railing as the wheelchair began to fall. It was the loudest scariest noise i've ever heard. Everyone in the store stopped what they were doing. It was the strangest moment. No one moved a muscle.
I was fooling around at work last night and was looking up that poetry book i'm in, seeing where it's for sale across the country. I was fascinated to see that there are copies in La Vergne TN, Roseburg OR, and Momence IL. Places i have never heard of before.
Then i found out that Gabriel Garcia Marquez has a new book out, his first in many many years. I believe the translation works out to Memory of My Sad Prostitutes. Unfortunately, it's only currently available in Spanish, and the English translation version won't be out until sometime next year. Makes me wish i paid more attention to Spanish class in high school. Cest la vie.
Last night at work, an old man in a wheelchair decided to take the escalator instead of the elevator. There was a loud racket and i look up to see this wheelchair tumbling down the escalator and my heart jumped out of my throat, no one was in it! I began to panic. Somehow this old man managed to leap out of his wheelchair and grab onto the railing as the wheelchair began to fall. It was the loudest scariest noise i've ever heard. Everyone in the store stopped what they were doing. It was the strangest moment. No one moved a muscle.