Today AJ brought in his new digital camera to show off his new car.
You heard me.
When he asked me if i wanted to see his new whip i said sure. It's amazing, as an American, the things that you know just from being a part of it's culture.
Pop culture permeates thru every living beingi'm sure if you asked S's cat to sing the theme to Three's Company, she'd be able to.
Pop culture osmosis.
This emo-shit used to be kinda cute, you know? Likeooh, another band with two vocalists! And one of em screams whilst the other kinda whines. How absolutely preciousno one's smiling!
Yeah. So now every band has a screamer and a spaz and a guitarist that flings his guitar (sometimes while jumping in the air and kicking!) and so on. And no one's smiling.
So you could imagine my expression when i saw the new Bloodhound Gang videoi mean, say what you want about those guys, but atleast they know their place.
They have no delusions, they know who they are.
Squashed between a pair of loud-boy, angry, dark metal bands, and a set of anorexic, spastic emo-kids is this gem of a song.
The lyrics arecorrect me if i'm wrongsimply sexual innuendoes.
Euphemisms for fucking.
And, as a fan of language and the perversions thereof, the song made me happy.
Even the title, Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo, is an anagramif not the most subtle, entertaining nonetheless.
That's a band that knows it's purpose and puts on no fronts. God bless em.
The way i judge how long a relationship will last is by how long i can spend with them, thinking about them. How long they can hold my attention.
God help me if this is how everyone judges shiti am one of the most boring people in the world. I'm completely uninterestingi can barely keep myself entertained.
So, if i'm with someone and my thoughts keep drifting to the other people in my life, i know immediately that whatever we have wont last.
If she's talking and i'm thinking, S's birthday's coming up...wonder what we're gonna do. Maybe i should call and check. He gets off work at 7am, home by 730, by eight am he should be apt to take calls. I dunno if i'll be up then...
I wonder what Martha's doing. Wonder if she's upmaybe i should call.
I should call S, see if he has Friday off.
Miles starts his new job soon. Wonder if he already haswonder if he likes factory work.
Wonder if he's heard anything about Clint. I wonder when he's gonna be backwe gotta have a Halo party when he gets back.
Wonder if AJ'll be around next week.
And now i'm stuck in a situation i dont wanna be in. I've found my way into the worst possible relationship situation ever, and i'm not sure on how to get out. I've never had to break-up with anyonemy relationships always just dissipate after a few months.
And i cant just not take her calls, i'd see her most of the week.
Heh.
I dont like this person, she doesnt like meshe cant like me, i'm very unlikable to these types of people.
It's five days in and i'm already looking for an outi'm dreading seeing her, spending anytime with her.
See, i'm wearing a Dead Kennedys hat, KMFDM shirt, rolled up pants, pink socks, and a gay cowboy shirtthis chick's asking me if i heard the new Ludacris songdo i look like i listen to Ludacris?
Do i remind these people of someone?
Do i look like i know what's-what in Peoria? Honey, i got trouble knowing where i am, let alone where we're going, ok?
Do college chicks go thru a phase where they see a creep like me and think i'm the answer to whateverthefuck?
I'm quiet and moody and neurotic and weirdi'm not the fucking catch of the day, so why do these people think that i'm something that could possibly work?
Here's something i dont hear quite enough, You dont talk a lot, do ya?
Besides Luc, i am your father, and Use the force, Luc, that is, without a doubt, the statement i hear the most.
And, although a rhetorical one, it's the most frequently asked question i get.
The next person that asks that gets stabbed.
In High School, when asked this, i would say, I dont talk much, but i speak volumes.
After HS, it changed to I only say shit when there's shit to say.
Now i generally say, Nope, guess not.
Even worse is having someone say that in front of someone that knows me a bitthey always hop in to defend me.
Oh, he talks, it just takes him a long time to 'warm up' to people.
Like i'm a fucking dog or an appliance.
So fuck this chick.
Boop.
You heard me.
When he asked me if i wanted to see his new whip i said sure. It's amazing, as an American, the things that you know just from being a part of it's culture.
Pop culture permeates thru every living beingi'm sure if you asked S's cat to sing the theme to Three's Company, she'd be able to.
Pop culture osmosis.
This emo-shit used to be kinda cute, you know? Likeooh, another band with two vocalists! And one of em screams whilst the other kinda whines. How absolutely preciousno one's smiling!
Yeah. So now every band has a screamer and a spaz and a guitarist that flings his guitar (sometimes while jumping in the air and kicking!) and so on. And no one's smiling.
So you could imagine my expression when i saw the new Bloodhound Gang videoi mean, say what you want about those guys, but atleast they know their place.
They have no delusions, they know who they are.
Squashed between a pair of loud-boy, angry, dark metal bands, and a set of anorexic, spastic emo-kids is this gem of a song.
The lyrics arecorrect me if i'm wrongsimply sexual innuendoes.
Euphemisms for fucking.
And, as a fan of language and the perversions thereof, the song made me happy.
Even the title, Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo, is an anagramif not the most subtle, entertaining nonetheless.
That's a band that knows it's purpose and puts on no fronts. God bless em.
The way i judge how long a relationship will last is by how long i can spend with them, thinking about them. How long they can hold my attention.
God help me if this is how everyone judges shiti am one of the most boring people in the world. I'm completely uninterestingi can barely keep myself entertained.
So, if i'm with someone and my thoughts keep drifting to the other people in my life, i know immediately that whatever we have wont last.
If she's talking and i'm thinking, S's birthday's coming up...wonder what we're gonna do. Maybe i should call and check. He gets off work at 7am, home by 730, by eight am he should be apt to take calls. I dunno if i'll be up then...
I wonder what Martha's doing. Wonder if she's upmaybe i should call.
I should call S, see if he has Friday off.
Miles starts his new job soon. Wonder if he already haswonder if he likes factory work.
Wonder if he's heard anything about Clint. I wonder when he's gonna be backwe gotta have a Halo party when he gets back.
Wonder if AJ'll be around next week.
And now i'm stuck in a situation i dont wanna be in. I've found my way into the worst possible relationship situation ever, and i'm not sure on how to get out. I've never had to break-up with anyonemy relationships always just dissipate after a few months.
And i cant just not take her calls, i'd see her most of the week.
Heh.
I dont like this person, she doesnt like meshe cant like me, i'm very unlikable to these types of people.
It's five days in and i'm already looking for an outi'm dreading seeing her, spending anytime with her.
See, i'm wearing a Dead Kennedys hat, KMFDM shirt, rolled up pants, pink socks, and a gay cowboy shirtthis chick's asking me if i heard the new Ludacris songdo i look like i listen to Ludacris?
Do i remind these people of someone?
Do i look like i know what's-what in Peoria? Honey, i got trouble knowing where i am, let alone where we're going, ok?
Do college chicks go thru a phase where they see a creep like me and think i'm the answer to whateverthefuck?
I'm quiet and moody and neurotic and weirdi'm not the fucking catch of the day, so why do these people think that i'm something that could possibly work?
Here's something i dont hear quite enough, You dont talk a lot, do ya?
Besides Luc, i am your father, and Use the force, Luc, that is, without a doubt, the statement i hear the most.
And, although a rhetorical one, it's the most frequently asked question i get.
The next person that asks that gets stabbed.
In High School, when asked this, i would say, I dont talk much, but i speak volumes.
After HS, it changed to I only say shit when there's shit to say.
Now i generally say, Nope, guess not.
Even worse is having someone say that in front of someone that knows me a bitthey always hop in to defend me.
Oh, he talks, it just takes him a long time to 'warm up' to people.
Like i'm a fucking dog or an appliance.
So fuck this chick.
Boop.
yeah, see every article written by klosterman for the deconstroction of popculture's signifigance...it will make you laugh out loud.
for the record, i've never asked you any of those questions, and it sounds like the people you keep meeting are idiots. where...might i ask are you meeting theses bruisers??? so i might not ever accidently venture into that cave.
in lost in translation when that horrible actress girl is singing keroke at the bar, the sone she 's singing is baybe your the best by carly simon...its funny cause its pathetic..in a funny way, sort of.