my life, updated
at the center of the earth
in the parking lot
of the 7-11 where i was taught,
the motto was just a lie
it says: "home is where your heart is,"
but what a shame
'cause everyone's heart
doesn't beat the same
it's beating out of time
still loving the car. i got it inspected today, and was again amazed at technology these days. in the past, they stuck a hose or something in your tailpipe to test emissions. the guy inspecting it (inspector?) asked if he could get inside the car for a minute, and then he plugged something in under my steering wheel.
"What are you attaching that to?"
"The computer."
*shock*
"The computer will tell me everything I need to know about your car, and if there's any problems."
the whole thing took five minutes, i was really impressed. i should give the computer inside my car a name. the one i've used at home has always been called harlot (little slut).
i read the graffiti
in the bathroom stall
like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
and so it seemed to confess
it didn't say much
but it only confirmed that
the center of the earth is the end of the world
and i could really care less
onto my health. the pain in my side/back/stomach hasn't gotten any better. in fact, yesterday while walking to my car, i slipped in the snow and landed right on the spot that hurts. hard. so, it's been pretty sore ever since. i still have no fucking clue what it is. could be a pulled muscle. could be a hernia. could be pneumonia, this i heard from someone at work who experienced something similar a couple years ago. he said it took months for the pain to go away. could be a cracked rib. could be a horrible disease. i dunno. yeah, i'm nervous. at some point i'll suck it up and go sit in the emergency room for three hours and see if they can figure anything out.
baseball season will be here soon. huzzah. feels a lot different this year since the red sox won the world series. relief. whatever happens for the next few years doesn't matter. i wonder if the games will mean as much to me now. we'll see.
dearly beloved, are you listening?
i can't remember a word that you were saying
are we demented? or am i disturbed?
the space that's in between insane and insecure
oh therapy can you please fill the void?
am i retarded or am i just overjoyed?
nobody's perfect and i stand accused,
for the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
in the parking lot
of the 7-11 where i was taught,
the motto was just a lie
it says: "home is where your heart is,"
but what a shame
'cause everyone's heart
doesn't beat the same
it's beating out of time
still loving the car. i got it inspected today, and was again amazed at technology these days. in the past, they stuck a hose or something in your tailpipe to test emissions. the guy inspecting it (inspector?) asked if he could get inside the car for a minute, and then he plugged something in under my steering wheel.
"What are you attaching that to?"
"The computer."
*shock*
"The computer will tell me everything I need to know about your car, and if there's any problems."
the whole thing took five minutes, i was really impressed. i should give the computer inside my car a name. the one i've used at home has always been called harlot (little slut).
i read the graffiti
in the bathroom stall
like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
and so it seemed to confess
it didn't say much
but it only confirmed that
the center of the earth is the end of the world
and i could really care less
onto my health. the pain in my side/back/stomach hasn't gotten any better. in fact, yesterday while walking to my car, i slipped in the snow and landed right on the spot that hurts. hard. so, it's been pretty sore ever since. i still have no fucking clue what it is. could be a pulled muscle. could be a hernia. could be pneumonia, this i heard from someone at work who experienced something similar a couple years ago. he said it took months for the pain to go away. could be a cracked rib. could be a horrible disease. i dunno. yeah, i'm nervous. at some point i'll suck it up and go sit in the emergency room for three hours and see if they can figure anything out.
baseball season will be here soon. huzzah. feels a lot different this year since the red sox won the world series. relief. whatever happens for the next few years doesn't matter. i wonder if the games will mean as much to me now. we'll see.
dearly beloved, are you listening?
i can't remember a word that you were saying
are we demented? or am i disturbed?
the space that's in between insane and insecure
oh therapy can you please fill the void?
am i retarded or am i just overjoyed?
nobody's perfect and i stand accused,
for the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse