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sweet jesus, i finally feel clean!
I've been out of town for two weeks - and having quite the bitching time while at it - and staying with various friends.
and to be quite honest, everyone in the world has a gross shower.
except for me.
oh, you may think i'm disgusting, with my car full of food wrappers and clothes, my feet black with dirt and my armpit's hairy.
but i vomit a little to think of your shower drain, covered with hair, causing the soapy water at my feet to slowly rise to over my ankles.
my bathtub has been difficult for me to clean this year - none of the myriad products i've tried have worked.
but i found out the product my complex's management suggests and bought it today.
i cleaned the HELL out of my already-shiny bathtub and shower walls while listening to This American Life discuss the financial crisis and then took a long, cold shower.
I felt like a real person; almost even an adult!
But then I recall yesterday, with its 40-drinkin' and spray paintin' of my boots and breathe a sigh of relief.
Oh, thank God, I'm still mostly a youngin' - and a hoodlum at that.
Oh, I'm messy - slovenly, at times.
Sometimes a person will enter my apartment for the first time and I will welcome them "to my hovel."
But there re three things I cannot abide:
a dirty sink (toothpaste in the bathroom sink or dirty dishes in the kitchen make me itch)
a dirty bathtub
milk left out (it used to be all dairy products; it has narrowed down to just milk), even a so-called empty jug. Did you rinse it? Thrice? If not, I am certain it will turn lumpy and sour and grow legs and kill you with its smell.
So, um, wow. Apparently I am feeling pretty haughty right now.
Huh.
In other news,
I can't stop listening to "Angel" by Massive Attack. I wonder if it feels like the end of the world to other people: people who have not seen the episode of the West Wing featuring it a dozen times or so.
If you even want to feel like death is sorta imminent, here's what ya do:
Drive across a foreign state, such as Iowa, at night.
Alone.
Perferably through rain and after having driven a good 8 hours already that day.
Listen to "Angel" at full volume six or twenty times in a row.
Seriously, I was convinced there was an axe-murderer in my backseat and, when I came up to copnstruction forcing west I-80 into one lane, I kept seeing myself swerving into the concrete barrier which was a little too close to the edge of the lane for comfort.
It was awesome.
Also, I'm reading a recent Joyce Carol Oates novel, I'll take you there, and I absolutely can't wait for whatever dark side of humanity to show up as is inevitable in her books.
This is long. ok, good bye.
I've been out of town for two weeks - and having quite the bitching time while at it - and staying with various friends.
and to be quite honest, everyone in the world has a gross shower.
except for me.
oh, you may think i'm disgusting, with my car full of food wrappers and clothes, my feet black with dirt and my armpit's hairy.
but i vomit a little to think of your shower drain, covered with hair, causing the soapy water at my feet to slowly rise to over my ankles.
my bathtub has been difficult for me to clean this year - none of the myriad products i've tried have worked.
but i found out the product my complex's management suggests and bought it today.
i cleaned the HELL out of my already-shiny bathtub and shower walls while listening to This American Life discuss the financial crisis and then took a long, cold shower.
I felt like a real person; almost even an adult!
But then I recall yesterday, with its 40-drinkin' and spray paintin' of my boots and breathe a sigh of relief.
Oh, thank God, I'm still mostly a youngin' - and a hoodlum at that.
Oh, I'm messy - slovenly, at times.
Sometimes a person will enter my apartment for the first time and I will welcome them "to my hovel."
But there re three things I cannot abide:
a dirty sink (toothpaste in the bathroom sink or dirty dishes in the kitchen make me itch)
a dirty bathtub
milk left out (it used to be all dairy products; it has narrowed down to just milk), even a so-called empty jug. Did you rinse it? Thrice? If not, I am certain it will turn lumpy and sour and grow legs and kill you with its smell.
So, um, wow. Apparently I am feeling pretty haughty right now.
Huh.
In other news,
I can't stop listening to "Angel" by Massive Attack. I wonder if it feels like the end of the world to other people: people who have not seen the episode of the West Wing featuring it a dozen times or so.
If you even want to feel like death is sorta imminent, here's what ya do:
Drive across a foreign state, such as Iowa, at night.
Alone.
Perferably through rain and after having driven a good 8 hours already that day.
Listen to "Angel" at full volume six or twenty times in a row.
Seriously, I was convinced there was an axe-murderer in my backseat and, when I came up to copnstruction forcing west I-80 into one lane, I kept seeing myself swerving into the concrete barrier which was a little too close to the edge of the lane for comfort.
It was awesome.
Also, I'm reading a recent Joyce Carol Oates novel, I'll take you there, and I absolutely can't wait for whatever dark side of humanity to show up as is inevitable in her books.
This is long. ok, good bye.