I'm growing a beard for winter
Its one in the morning, and I'm all dressed up with no where to go. Actually, I'm just coming home from my neighbor's house. We watched a few episodes of the office and ate peach cobbler. It felt good to be invited somewhere. I didn't want to go, but its been so long since anyone has been excited to see me. I got all dolled up just to walk four or five addresses down and sit in front of the TV. I won't have an excuse to get this dressed up at least until Christmas. Even then, I'll only have myself and the pastor's wife to impress, and who gives a fuck about either.
I met my hero last night. It satisfied a long standing impression of who I thought he probably was. He's even more my hero now that I've confirmed every good thought I've ever had. I always appreciated what he's done, and I hoped he was the humble, kind, funny, goofy person that he turned out to be. Oh, and I've been pronouncing his name wrong for years. He corrected me. Ian Mackaye is pronounced with a long 'i' sound at the end of Mackaye. I brought an old Minor Threat record for him to sign, but I knew he wouldn't want to. He's too humble, he'd think it was silly. After speaking to him for a few minutes, I was satisfied with my experience that I didn't need to prove it to other people. You can buy autographed Minor Threat records on ebay, anyway. I did ask him to pose for a picture, though.
I'm rather sleepy, but completely unsatisfied with today. I really didn't accomplish anything. I woke up and watched a movie, ate a mediocre but not really bad for you lunch, then went to work. Work wants me to taste test the cakes, so they gave me two pounds of cake.. to taste. I guess you only really get the full force of the flavor when you've eaten so much you puke it up. Seriously, nobody finishes these slices; they're eight inches tall, with a four inch arc, chocolate mouse for icing and weigh in at a pound each. Anybody want some cake? I'll mail it to you. Not really. I'm leaving it out for the mice tonight.
Speaking of the mice, they leave their traces in very peculiar places, and show up at the most inopportune moments. I had someone over a while ago, which I don't do very often, and they were bombarded by a wave of gnats when they walked through the door, and then a mouse scurried across their path, and then they noticed a cockroach on the wall. I keep a tidy apartment, but no one else in the building does. Today, I opened the oven to bake some sweet potato fries, and I noticed a clump of mouse hair. WHY was the mouse in the oven? I should just leave it on, hopefully he'll find his way back in there. I swear, if I even catch those fuckers, I'm drowning them.
I met my hero last night. It satisfied a long standing impression of who I thought he probably was. He's even more my hero now that I've confirmed every good thought I've ever had. I always appreciated what he's done, and I hoped he was the humble, kind, funny, goofy person that he turned out to be. Oh, and I've been pronouncing his name wrong for years. He corrected me. Ian Mackaye is pronounced with a long 'i' sound at the end of Mackaye. I brought an old Minor Threat record for him to sign, but I knew he wouldn't want to. He's too humble, he'd think it was silly. After speaking to him for a few minutes, I was satisfied with my experience that I didn't need to prove it to other people. You can buy autographed Minor Threat records on ebay, anyway. I did ask him to pose for a picture, though.
I'm rather sleepy, but completely unsatisfied with today. I really didn't accomplish anything. I woke up and watched a movie, ate a mediocre but not really bad for you lunch, then went to work. Work wants me to taste test the cakes, so they gave me two pounds of cake.. to taste. I guess you only really get the full force of the flavor when you've eaten so much you puke it up. Seriously, nobody finishes these slices; they're eight inches tall, with a four inch arc, chocolate mouse for icing and weigh in at a pound each. Anybody want some cake? I'll mail it to you. Not really. I'm leaving it out for the mice tonight.
Speaking of the mice, they leave their traces in very peculiar places, and show up at the most inopportune moments. I had someone over a while ago, which I don't do very often, and they were bombarded by a wave of gnats when they walked through the door, and then a mouse scurried across their path, and then they noticed a cockroach on the wall. I keep a tidy apartment, but no one else in the building does. Today, I opened the oven to bake some sweet potato fries, and I noticed a clump of mouse hair. WHY was the mouse in the oven? I should just leave it on, hopefully he'll find his way back in there. I swear, if I even catch those fuckers, I'm drowning them.