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I'm horney, wish someone would yell out for a "visit"
great show, exausted.....
Drive home sucked. Hate LA roads. free way detoured into fucking nowhere.
have to be at work in 3 n' a half hours....
kill me.
Sitting here listening to a reading of "Call of Cthulhu" and watching girls in chat. It's the small things in life.
Not feelin so great today.
Just sad and lonely.
Feels like all my friendships have passed well beyond the newly wed stage and have reached a make a decision to stay or make a decision to go point.
Women are disappointing, but most of the disappointment has been in myself. Why is it so hard for me to call a girl back. Cool, collected, with a plan. I don't know what women want to do, and I over think myself into bizarre trains of thought that end in me not calling to plan a first date for fear of our kids not getting into college or something.
I'm just lonely today. Feeling the lack of family or a loved one out here. Just me in this california world, light years away from a home that doesn't exist anymore except in my mind.
I'm going to die alone, I just can't decide if I'd like it sooner or later....
Neat
Tidy
Well kempt
but also ordinary.
The piercings and tattoos some might say set her apart. Not in my eyes. She was pleasant to look at, sitting there at the bus stop. I stared, more accurately oogled, but my intent was to absorb. I continued to steal glances of her as I sat and ate my meal. Me inside this filthy taco shop, her there on the stone step outside. Skin and concrete, there's something poetic there I'm sure. black hair, golden green eyes, wide and tapering, maybe a little lost. She continued to sit there, legs crossed. Tapered jeans making her sneakers look petite. I finished my burrito, put away my tray and left. Her on the right of the door, I turned left. Walked down the street, looked back once, telling myself the whole time I should say hello. I walked home.
Kuk Sool
I feel fucking fantastic. I haven't felt this good in years. Blood flowing, deep cleansing breaths, healthy sweat, and an almost instant sense of comradery in the group. I can't hardly wait to go back saturday. I might just get healthy and get something to live for. yay.
so I'm eating taco bell
oh yea, and this is still funny as fuck, so fucking watch it, and the rest of this kids videos.
It's NEW MATH
(and go watch his other videos. This kid is hilarious)
Rat race by Scroobius Pip
Ah shit, I'm back in the rat race again
And what's worse most of these fucking rats are my friends
And worse still I've lost my map so I don't know where this shit ends
Ah shit, I'm back in the ratrace again.
As I wake up with the previous night still ringing in my fragile head
Trying to piece together any shitty things I might of done or might of said
I drag my lifeless carcass to its feet and out of bed and clock in to another day.
Another day where I can look forward to the possibility that
Maybe today will be the day that something interrupts the never-ending list of mundane tasks that sit between me and the closing bracket of my drive home.
Maybe today will be the day that something snaps as I think back and react to the distinct lack of impact in my shrink-wrapped life.
Maybe today will be the day I tear down the foundations of my whole existence and start again. Knee deep in the rubble, rummaging for something I can use as a starting point to rebuild. Something to jump off of.
But then.....the future ain't what it used to be and as the days tasks reverberate around my dormant brain I continue to welcome another member of public with a perfect replica of what is known as a welcoming smile.
I switch off all unnecessary facets and glide through the day on cruise control
Remembering what life was like before this role.
And as I stare blankly from my till point I start to tap my feet to the distinct beat the public secrete.
The footsteps, the breathing,
That one baby screaming,
The coughing and the heaving, those unruly kids out thieving.....
But before long my creative nightmare is interrupted by the ever watching eyes of my superiors.
Coz like a child spinning in circles just to make himself dizzy
My only real requirement in this place is to make sure I LOOK busy.
But I'm using that to my advantage,
You see, just as every open eye is not seeing, not every open eye is sleeping
So although they pay me for this painted by numbers shit every thought I have I'm keeping
And remember, the same shit can taste pretty fucking different if they season it right
So if your going to sell-out your beliefs make sure your reasons are water tight.
And as the chief worker bee
Tries his best to nurture me
And searches deep to help me find the key
That might just unlock and help me free
The buried inner bourgeoisie
That with time and effort I could someday be
Taking bullet point steps from A-Z,
Leaping over the boring parts like a corporate flee
I look at my supposed luminary and I simply don't agree.
Hell I'll sell my soul I'm just waiting for an appropriate fee
Ain't no penny loafer wearing fuck going to short change me.
Scroobius P-I-P till I D-I-E
So fuck it, I'm back in the ratrace again. But that's cool coz amongst these rats I've found some straight up true friends.
And I've started drawing my own map, you ain't gonna believe where this all ends.....
Ah shit. I'm back in the rat race again.
Heidi
She's all kinds of broken, but also every kind of gorgeous.
Jordan, send me those pictures.
I've had lots of broken, but not enough gorgeous lately.
I found out that OB is really fun, and those drunk, stoned, people, might be my kind of people. That was lot's of fun.
Watched girls do burlesque at brick by brick, and ate grapes and cherries out of a girls nude crotch.... well, she was wearing some lettuce over it.
Going to "The Loft" tonight(sunday night) to see Dan Le Sac VS Scroobius Pip.
Here's some of their songs:
