October 2011
51 posts
The thing about Mountain Goats (the band)
They’re not bad, really. I even like a few of their songs. It’s just the singer’s voice makes me feel like I’m being yelled at by a stepfather.
Like, some 39 year old guy, with a close cut beard, who was not at all excited about marrying into a family with two teenage kids, but was in love with their mom, or rather, knew it was pretty unlikely to find anyone else...
Thanks, Ativan!
I was worried that somewhere along the way in my telling my counselor more or less my entire sexual history I would break down sobbing. But you kept me even keeled, Ativan.
Yay for drugs that detach you from emotions! One step closet to being robots!
The thing about the internet
is that it makes it that much easier to constantly remind yourself that the human race is, by and large, a bunch of shitheads.
And then, the really bad part is when you find yourself constantly viewing sources that validate this notion.
Like, pardon me, while I go “feel better than”, while watching clips on failblog.org.
I don’t want the world to end on Friday, but...
SKR, 3
I had a deep thought about you and me, the other day. Let’s see if I can remember it.
It basically was a grand extension of what I said about the two of us before: that we were speaking the same language, just from opposite ends of the field.
Like, how I came from a good place, and I am slowly destroying it. And you, you came from a bad place, and you are slowly making it better.
...
Congratulations, The Walking Dead!
You’ve managed to make zombies the same two things that pretty much everything else on tv is: gay, and boring.
My manager asked me to housesit for him.
He said he was too broke to buy me a bag of coke (not really a bad thing), but said there was some vodka in the fridge.
When I got to his house (the fuck away from everything) the ashtray the house key was supposed to be under came up empty. I spent about an hour eating pizza, and drinking beer on his porch with his two hungry dogs, while it rained, hoping the cops wouldn’t show, while...
Dear SKR, 2.0
Oh, there’s nothing like coming down from a coke binge, while setting off on a 7 hour drive, when a Florence and the Machine song comes on a mix cd, and brings me to tears over possibly maybes.
You always thought you might end up on my blog. Of course, you were thanking God you wouldn’t, but look at it this way: at least I’m not actually emailing you.
I really don’t...
Snapshots from my GTFO trip:
* Yes mom, my sinuses are completely closed off from allergies…in October. Definitely not from the 1/2 a gram of coke I snorted with my friend after going out for “just a beer”, and then staying up until 8 in the morning right before I was about to rent a car and drive eight hours. Why would anyone do that?
And yes, I’d love a benadryl, thank you.
*...
I just thought:
“What’s the point of being alive, if you’re “sexually unappealing?”. Why not just die?”
I’m not so much saying it’s a good thought to have. I’m just saying: I had it.
It's Amazing
how much someone’s comment on an FB post can affect your opinion of them.
Thanks, Marc Fuckerberg.
So,
if I can find a pirated movie online, stream it on my laptop, hook it up to a flatscreen tv with an HDMI cable, sit on my very comfy couch, smoke a lot of weed, be warm, and pause it to go piss whenever I want…
…what exactly is the plus side to driving to a theater, paying $10, plus $4.75 for a small (huge) coke, sitting around watching those shitty commercials before they even start...
I think
that either wonderfully terrifying, or terrifyingly wonderful
would be a true description of almost reaching enlightenment.
The silver lining
on the whole SKR thing: she called my attention to how awesome peanuts are.
You’d think a lover of peanut butter, like myself, would already know that, but I did not.
So, thanks, SKR. It’s every little thing.
Boy, oh boy,
In case you were ever wondering what’s it’s like to be stoned, and listen to a fucked up homeless dude sleep/ranting outside your apartment….
..it’s hilariously terrifying.
You know who rides motorcycles?
Control freaks.
Like, for instance,
I just was trying to come up with a reading on my inner balance between good, and evil………………………uhm……………………………………………….I had something really good figured out, and then I picked up my laptop to write it down, and it was gone.
Maybe I...
Dude,
I am so high that I am having one of those, “Everything I’m Thinking is Utterly Brilliant, and In Tune With the Entire Universe” moments.
While watching Crank 2: High Voltage, and sitting on my couch eating a bowl of regular flavored yogurt, mixed with Honey Nut O’s.
Classic.
ATTN: graffiti artists, taggers, etc.
You are nothing but dogs pissing your names on the world.
The daycare behind my apartment recently spent fuck knows how much on remodeling their playground that previously was just an asphalt lot. After a few weeks of work, with help from volunteers, parents, etc, now they’ve got a pretty nice space, with grass, and trees, and wood chips. A lot nicer space for the kids to play in, and...
