Waiting. Sitting, sleepy eyed, cold floor. In the DMV waiting for my number, G055, to register on the display so I can go receive my paperwork or whatever for my license.. I've grown to hate public places like this. "Can't take any guff from these swine." I was reading the book I brought, _Dance, Recover, Repeat_ earlier, and I wonder if I'm hot like all these gay boys; young, pretty and senseless, someone anyone would just want to fuck. Listening to Aphex Twin this morning, random beat-patterns as illogical as my thoughts now. One of those mornings when I don't feel like communicating with anything. Last night was fun, draining, though I really didn't do much except sort of absorb everything. Good bands, good venue, lovely people. I probably look like I just got out of bed, which is true: I'm bleary-eyed, still in my PJs and walking in a way not unlike some bums I've seen; shambling, seemingly aimless, but with a vague sort of general purpose. ... Outside now. Study the cigarette, have one second thought, fuckit, lit. This tiny asian guy just walked past me, looks about 45, wearing G-Unit shoes.. What is wrong with our fucking culture, this degrading obsession with wealth and the wealthy, our sick saturation in this "melting pot" of scenes and ignorant ideologies. My bracelet says "Mental Shokk" and now I have SHOKK imprinted on my skin.. looks interesting. Jesus what the hell is the point of this? *whine.whine.whine* //end pointless sociological rant
10:15 AM
10:15 AM