Now Playing: A day in Space - Ballboy (best non cheesy feel good song EVER)
Now Reading: Lost Boy Lost Girl - Peter Straub (If you're into non obvious horror, and Neil Gaiman, and haunted houses, read this)
I realized tonight that I'm in my best moods when I'm at work. I have so much fun talking about books with people, using my self depricating humor to my advantage to ease tension (just easin the tension baby), counting change back, talking about horror with people who truly appreciate what the word Gothic means (Fuck AFI, fuck Hot Topic, fuck velvet capes and role playing games, you're ruining a beautiful thing that most of us choose to NOT make obvious, go read your Poppy Z. Brite rubbish and piss off oi oi oi) and most importanly, the rubbernecking. Oh good and merciful Christ the rubbernecking. That place is insane with the cute girls.
It's too bad I can already pick out what they'll read before they ever walk up to my register. It's so tragic. Some day, I'll be proven wrong and surely fall in love with a fleeting moment. Le sigh.
I also realized today I don't think I could ever be with someone that didn't read on a regular basis. I'm so obsessed with books and unless you're reading sci-fi/fantasy stuff, it's a positive social stigma to carry. Being obsessed with obtuse cultural study, horror, norse culture/myth, the dark novel (I love you Chuck!!!), the biting novel (contortionist' handbook), and the tragic novel (Where for art thou Frankenstein?) is perfectly acceptable. Knowing the language of Middle Earth like the back of your hand isn't. I wonder why that is? Oh wait, that's right. Television has corrupted independent thought and allowed people to stereotype with a certain sense of freedom, lack of guilt.
Ehh. I read the Lord of the Blings books. Tolkien knows how to tell a good story. That's about all I can say. They're wonderful books, but if I got obsessed with it, I'd never get laid again.
Wow. This is a long journal entry. I'm going to keep going for funs sake because I know no one reads these top to bottom because I love run on sentences and I'm super long winded right?
Girl. Oh girl... I keep seeing her face everywhere. I keep wondering if she's thinking about me. I keep wondering what she sees when she sees me. I keep wondering if she noticed me slowly tracing her skin the first time she showed me the tattoo on her back. I wonder if she noticed me dreaming about her.
Ya know what was awesome, and I love this.. I caught her watching me sleeping. She freaked out too. I think she's even more shy then I am and I fucking love it. I was asleep, I felt eyes on me, I woke up, saw her watching me, I said "hey" and her eyes got all big and she flipped over. She's so weird and I love it. Every inch of her action figure collecting ass, I dig it. Ya know, she never ever really wears any reglar clothes. The only things I've ever seen her wear are dress slips layered on top of each other. The other night, to bed, she wore a hand knit sweater, some weird cotton t shirt like skirt, and leg warmers. She looked so cute.
She was waiting for me to wake up and rushed up, took a leak, and she was waiting in the living room. I put on my boots and grabbed my bag. She said "are you leaving?" "What about the movies?" It was the first time EVER, after spending almost 3 days at someones house that I tried to leave and was asked to stay. God she looked so beautiful that morning.
So, the cd changed to Creeper Lagoon while I've been writing this. I don't think this journal entry will ever stop!!! You can't make me! I bet it makes you feel like a big man stopping my entries doesn't it? You ain't so big!
I've been slowly buying back all the shit that got jacked from me last week. I borrowed a messenger bag from my roommate, re bought American Gods, my deluxxxe Powells water bottle, a new and improved cell phone, new discman, new earphones and a new pack of gum. All I need to replace is two books, my lip balm, my umbrella, my copy of Morrissey's Your Arsenal, some eye glass compund that removes scratches, and my irreplacable Viagra pen. I got that pen while dating a girl who's mother is a nurse. When Viagra wasn't yet well known, I got a gold pen in a nice case that read, "Viagra: Something something dexlahydromofojojodine" or something. I'm really going to fucking miss that pen.
If you didn't already know. Odin, son of Bor, man of Asgard, was an amazing God. We need more like him. Anyone know any?
If you actually made it this far, congratulations. I'll come to your journal and give you a huge bear hug for being so bored you read 30 minutes of me blabbering like an idiot.
Now Reading: Lost Boy Lost Girl - Peter Straub (If you're into non obvious horror, and Neil Gaiman, and haunted houses, read this)
I realized tonight that I'm in my best moods when I'm at work. I have so much fun talking about books with people, using my self depricating humor to my advantage to ease tension (just easin the tension baby), counting change back, talking about horror with people who truly appreciate what the word Gothic means (Fuck AFI, fuck Hot Topic, fuck velvet capes and role playing games, you're ruining a beautiful thing that most of us choose to NOT make obvious, go read your Poppy Z. Brite rubbish and piss off oi oi oi) and most importanly, the rubbernecking. Oh good and merciful Christ the rubbernecking. That place is insane with the cute girls.
It's too bad I can already pick out what they'll read before they ever walk up to my register. It's so tragic. Some day, I'll be proven wrong and surely fall in love with a fleeting moment. Le sigh.
I also realized today I don't think I could ever be with someone that didn't read on a regular basis. I'm so obsessed with books and unless you're reading sci-fi/fantasy stuff, it's a positive social stigma to carry. Being obsessed with obtuse cultural study, horror, norse culture/myth, the dark novel (I love you Chuck!!!), the biting novel (contortionist' handbook), and the tragic novel (Where for art thou Frankenstein?) is perfectly acceptable. Knowing the language of Middle Earth like the back of your hand isn't. I wonder why that is? Oh wait, that's right. Television has corrupted independent thought and allowed people to stereotype with a certain sense of freedom, lack of guilt.
Ehh. I read the Lord of the Blings books. Tolkien knows how to tell a good story. That's about all I can say. They're wonderful books, but if I got obsessed with it, I'd never get laid again.
Wow. This is a long journal entry. I'm going to keep going for funs sake because I know no one reads these top to bottom because I love run on sentences and I'm super long winded right?
Girl. Oh girl... I keep seeing her face everywhere. I keep wondering if she's thinking about me. I keep wondering what she sees when she sees me. I keep wondering if she noticed me slowly tracing her skin the first time she showed me the tattoo on her back. I wonder if she noticed me dreaming about her.
Ya know what was awesome, and I love this.. I caught her watching me sleeping. She freaked out too. I think she's even more shy then I am and I fucking love it. I was asleep, I felt eyes on me, I woke up, saw her watching me, I said "hey" and her eyes got all big and she flipped over. She's so weird and I love it. Every inch of her action figure collecting ass, I dig it. Ya know, she never ever really wears any reglar clothes. The only things I've ever seen her wear are dress slips layered on top of each other. The other night, to bed, she wore a hand knit sweater, some weird cotton t shirt like skirt, and leg warmers. She looked so cute.
She was waiting for me to wake up and rushed up, took a leak, and she was waiting in the living room. I put on my boots and grabbed my bag. She said "are you leaving?" "What about the movies?" It was the first time EVER, after spending almost 3 days at someones house that I tried to leave and was asked to stay. God she looked so beautiful that morning.
So, the cd changed to Creeper Lagoon while I've been writing this. I don't think this journal entry will ever stop!!! You can't make me! I bet it makes you feel like a big man stopping my entries doesn't it? You ain't so big!
I've been slowly buying back all the shit that got jacked from me last week. I borrowed a messenger bag from my roommate, re bought American Gods, my deluxxxe Powells water bottle, a new and improved cell phone, new discman, new earphones and a new pack of gum. All I need to replace is two books, my lip balm, my umbrella, my copy of Morrissey's Your Arsenal, some eye glass compund that removes scratches, and my irreplacable Viagra pen. I got that pen while dating a girl who's mother is a nurse. When Viagra wasn't yet well known, I got a gold pen in a nice case that read, "Viagra: Something something dexlahydromofojojodine" or something. I'm really going to fucking miss that pen.
If you didn't already know. Odin, son of Bor, man of Asgard, was an amazing God. We need more like him. Anyone know any?
If you actually made it this far, congratulations. I'll come to your journal and give you a huge bear hug for being so bored you read 30 minutes of me blabbering like an idiot.
i know the feelings you have. all of them. stupid things about people in general that make you go "wow.." or "oh..." or "sigh.."
people at work.. or in my case at school. and then someone special.
hes odd. so odd. and so quirky. and so himself. that sometimes i wonder if the magic 8 ball is right. and i wonder if this is all a dream. but then im standing on his mother's dock in key largo.. and smiling.. because its so beautiful on that thanksgiving evening.. and hes in a paddle boat below me.. and he paddles up to say, "hey pretty lady.."
and he joins me on the dock.. and even though there's no music.. we dance a few steps of the tango.. and he reminds me i said we'd go to arthur murray together to learn to ballroom dance. and on the way home.. he drove my car. and we sang along to the all request weekend on the oldies station.. and when the words say "i love you" in the song he looks at me.. and sings along.. and he complains i never stay awake long enough to talk after we get it on.. but its because im so worn out.. and i know he curls me up in his arms anyhow.. because i woke up that night in his arms.. and i whispered that i loved him.. and fell asleep nose deep in his neck..
we need more men like odin.. god of poetry, war, wisdom and death. we need more men to breathe into man and woman the spirit of life. more men who have eyes.. (well hoepfully more than one) that blaze as fierce as the sun. we need more men who read. and i need more hours in the day to read all the things id like to read.. and the stack of books beside my bed.
im glad youre happy.