It's nice to know that I'm not the only one bothered by the possibility of things lurking under the bed. You have good reason to feel that way though... You never can tell.
So I woke up today, went to work, and did whatever it is that I get paid to do. Afterwards, I chilled at Stephanie's house for a bit, watched some movies, drank some beer, and all is pretty nice now, considering I'm back home and drinking some more. We watched "A Very Long Engagement" first, which is a pretty fucking outstanding movie. I hadn't seen it in a while, and it's always nice for a "refresher", as far as good movies are concerned. Chris got home (with the beer), and we all watched "2046". From what I gathered, 2046 is excellent. The thing is... We were all tallking and bullshitting about stuff and ended up missing the entire gist of the movie. Ah well. It's on DVD. Save it for another day, I guess.
We ended up watching the Director's Label DVDs for a bit. Chris Cunningham. Anton Corbijn. Johnathan Glazer. (It bothers me that I don't know whether or not there's actually an "h" in Johnathan Glazer's name, but... Eh... Anal retentiveness wins again. Fuck it.) Videos are good. Depeche Mode, Joy Division, Nick Cave, Radiohead... Massive Attack.
Yep.
I think I need to shave tomorrow. I've been rocking this idiotic half-beard for the last week or so, not out of laziness, but simply because I don't care. I truly, honestly, don't give two shits as to how I look right now. Whether or not I put forth a good impression to complete strangers isn't really high on my list of priorities at this time. That's not to say that I'm planning on stuffing my face, wearing the same clothes for days on end (not all the time anyway...
), or just turning into a complete and utter invalid. I just don't care.
I'm sure it will pass as all things do, sooner or later.
There's articles about SG in the new Bust magazine and in the new Spin mag. They're kinda interesting, enough so to keep me reading for more than five minutes. I have a short attention span...
2046. Ziyi Zhang... Mmm-hmm...
Anyway... I was driving home, being ghetto running the mp3 player into the car stereo, listening to the old song "Charlotte Sometimes" by The Cure, and it dawned on me that, for all the spite, disdain, and loathing I have for this shithole of a town, it's actually quite nice late at night. The streets are empty, the only exceptions being homeless people downtown, or drunk people at the bus station (downtown as well). I make sure to slow down at least five miles below the posted speed limits as I pass the "law enforcement" officers, hiding themselves in abandoned parking lots, trying their hardest to remain inconspicuous. Sigh. I wish they would all just vanish by the time the sun rears its ugly fucking head tomorrow... Today... Whatever. That would be gloriously marvelous.
I wish I had a few sheets of linoleum, some sharp x-acto/hobby knives, and some spray paint right now. I feel like cutting out a stencil and spraying it all over my skateboard, for no apparent reason. As much as I would relish the idea of some landscape-beautification/wanton-vandalism, it's raining outside and paint won't stick.
Sigh. I guess the only thing left to do is to stop fucking around on the computer and go to sleep.
Good night.
-Chris-
So I woke up today, went to work, and did whatever it is that I get paid to do. Afterwards, I chilled at Stephanie's house for a bit, watched some movies, drank some beer, and all is pretty nice now, considering I'm back home and drinking some more. We watched "A Very Long Engagement" first, which is a pretty fucking outstanding movie. I hadn't seen it in a while, and it's always nice for a "refresher", as far as good movies are concerned. Chris got home (with the beer), and we all watched "2046". From what I gathered, 2046 is excellent. The thing is... We were all tallking and bullshitting about stuff and ended up missing the entire gist of the movie. Ah well. It's on DVD. Save it for another day, I guess.
We ended up watching the Director's Label DVDs for a bit. Chris Cunningham. Anton Corbijn. Johnathan Glazer. (It bothers me that I don't know whether or not there's actually an "h" in Johnathan Glazer's name, but... Eh... Anal retentiveness wins again. Fuck it.) Videos are good. Depeche Mode, Joy Division, Nick Cave, Radiohead... Massive Attack.
Yep.
I think I need to shave tomorrow. I've been rocking this idiotic half-beard for the last week or so, not out of laziness, but simply because I don't care. I truly, honestly, don't give two shits as to how I look right now. Whether or not I put forth a good impression to complete strangers isn't really high on my list of priorities at this time. That's not to say that I'm planning on stuffing my face, wearing the same clothes for days on end (not all the time anyway...
), or just turning into a complete and utter invalid. I just don't care.
I'm sure it will pass as all things do, sooner or later.
There's articles about SG in the new Bust magazine and in the new Spin mag. They're kinda interesting, enough so to keep me reading for more than five minutes. I have a short attention span...
2046. Ziyi Zhang... Mmm-hmm...
Anyway... I was driving home, being ghetto running the mp3 player into the car stereo, listening to the old song "Charlotte Sometimes" by The Cure, and it dawned on me that, for all the spite, disdain, and loathing I have for this shithole of a town, it's actually quite nice late at night. The streets are empty, the only exceptions being homeless people downtown, or drunk people at the bus station (downtown as well). I make sure to slow down at least five miles below the posted speed limits as I pass the "law enforcement" officers, hiding themselves in abandoned parking lots, trying their hardest to remain inconspicuous. Sigh. I wish they would all just vanish by the time the sun rears its ugly fucking head tomorrow... Today... Whatever. That would be gloriously marvelous.
I wish I had a few sheets of linoleum, some sharp x-acto/hobby knives, and some spray paint right now. I feel like cutting out a stencil and spraying it all over my skateboard, for no apparent reason. As much as I would relish the idea of some landscape-beautification/wanton-vandalism, it's raining outside and paint won't stick.
Sigh. I guess the only thing left to do is to stop fucking around on the computer and go to sleep.
Good night.
-Chris-
*shuffles feet*
Thanks doll!
I'll tell you, I've never had much fear of what is under my bed. What scares me is being in dark water that I can't touch the bottom. Scares the shit out of me. guesss it sucks for a sailor to have an irrational fear of deep water.
I was seriously thinking about dropping off the sight due to lack of interest. I thought fuck it though. If people don't want to talk to me, I'll just talk to the few who do.
It is really ironic that on a site that is known for its exotic and interesting naked women most of the "friends" i've made have been guys. *SHRUGS* It's ok though.
I've really turned on the way back machine tonight...I'm listening the Dwarves circa 1986-88. The Dwarves are an important band in my musical developement. I went to see them in Early 2000, I didn't really care much for thwem but I was introduced to two important bands. The Dropkick Murphys and The Bouncing Souls opened for them. I've been into street punk ever since. well...really i was always old school punk (Sex Pistols, Clach, Dead Kennedys, etc.) This was the first time i really listened to "new" punk. the rest is history.
Ok..I'm going now. Just wanted to say Hi. So..Hi.
Have a great one.
PEACE!!!!!