sometimes, ya know how it works, you can't make a journal entry cause there's nothing currently kicking in your mind... other times (like for me, now) you can't manage a journal entry cause there's just too much...
I think i'm gonna get really SICK of my housemate Willie really fast-- let me count the ways:
1) he talks through every movie-- like loud exclamations and comments and sometimes long extended monologues discussing something he just saw happen-- whether we're in a movie theater or not...
2) his old-fashioned, backwards, obsolete, mind-numbingly sensory-depraving lobotomy-craving MYSOGYNY is getting me freaking INSANE!!!!! i mean it's the subtle kind-- he's all about the "weaker" sex and all this-- and you can tell he thinks chix are feeble-minded as well as feeble-everything else... how a person can raise 2 daughters and maintain this mindframe, i have no idea... maybe they both completelly lack self esteem... like he'll make these wack, random comments for NO reason, about how i "wouldn't know about that cause you're a girl" and bullshit like that...
3) his 5-year-old-mindedness... it's like the kind of ignorance that you HOPE gets itself bit in the ass one fine day... but he's 49 years old... and he STILL thinks that he can get whatever he wants in this world, that nothing's gonna happen to him... the way he drinks beer, not just before driving, but WHILE driving--- even when just a few blocks away from home, he'll open up a can of coors cause he can't wait all that way-- he's that big of an alchoholic and he's that big of a dufuss-- and yeah, when the rest of us can seem to loose huge chunks off our rights for situations that are a matter of bad timing or bad friends-of-friends, this can be a little maddening... but i'll admit that my solution to this wierdness has been to just drink with him, since i'm not the one driving and since he always buys...
there's other things... truly STRANGE things, that i can't really say are annoying yet, but are mighty queer... yesterday we were watching 'vertical limit' and he was opening up some frames he got at salvation army that he intended to frame some stuff with, and he found a photo in one of the frames, that had been hidden in there-- it looked like a wedding-party picture of an Asian couple. and he started going on about how he can't throw it away now "cause i feel connected..." he said it in a whiny tone like he was complaining, and then he was like, "aw, should i keep it? it seems really wrong to throw something like this away-- somebody else's wedding picture!" -and i said; "it seems to me that *they* threw it out first." and that's when he started his long, self-affirming elegy: "no no, this looks like it was lost accidentally... you don't just throw away something like this... that's it! i'm keeping it! cause i can't bring myself to be so... to be so... (he thinks for a long-o time for the word) disrespectful! yes, i can't bring myself to be disrespectful, towards someone... (he points right at the picture of the Asian couple) whose CULTURE is based around... RESPECT for ANCESTORS!" and he put the photo in a drawer and i'm just like "o..kay. whatever floats yer boat, man" but not out loud.
but then... he went on to say that he thinks of himself as "a sheep in wolf's clothing! cause i have an exterior that looks really tough and... and VIOLENT and AGRESSIVE--" by which he means he has over-sized earrings and Elvis-hair and he's fat "but REALLY i'm a nice guy.. and my exterior helps me get into places, where only wolves hang out, so i can help people in there!" and he goes on, "i have this fantasy that when i die, and i'm at the pearly gates, and saint peter is looking back on what i've done, he'll say "ooh! you're the sheep in wolf's clothing!" THEY'll RECOGNIZE ME!! and God and st. Peter will be so amazed, because they've never known anything like that before!" and he guffaws with pleasure, and you just know he at least partly believes that this will happen-- and then he goes on about spirituality, mystics and monks and he says that people who are spiritual but "just pray" and "work on *that* world instead of this one" are full of shit essentially and that they've "given up hope" and that when they're standing at the pearly gates they'll be asked "so who did you help?! nobody. you're outta luck." and he takes another swig of beer... and he goes on about the celestine prophecy and how our solar system is different from any other in the universe and how "let there be light" referrs to "the split of the brain into two brains instead of one" -- stuff that's perhaps interesting but has it's limits, you know.. and all the while 'vertical limit' has been going by and just about got to its end... kindofa crappy movie, it seemed to me...
ugh. he just thinks he's perfect is the thing that really blows my mind, by the end of the day. i mean maybe he got that impression because of his royal fuckup of a brother and his frequently-jailed friends... otherwise he's a constant blazing firestorm of a guy... who lets everybody know he has no intention of ever growing up...
...man, i gots to get OUT of this town... like for a while... so aggravating... so exhausting.... sooooo... i dunno... lonesome maybe... my main listener has been my journal-- not *this* one but the paper one 
... and i've been makin zines like crazy... which is strange cause i never did before... if anybody'd like one, lemmie know... but could ya send me a dollar in exchange or somethin? 
I think i'm gonna get really SICK of my housemate Willie really fast-- let me count the ways:
1) he talks through every movie-- like loud exclamations and comments and sometimes long extended monologues discussing something he just saw happen-- whether we're in a movie theater or not...
2) his old-fashioned, backwards, obsolete, mind-numbingly sensory-depraving lobotomy-craving MYSOGYNY is getting me freaking INSANE!!!!! i mean it's the subtle kind-- he's all about the "weaker" sex and all this-- and you can tell he thinks chix are feeble-minded as well as feeble-everything else... how a person can raise 2 daughters and maintain this mindframe, i have no idea... maybe they both completelly lack self esteem... like he'll make these wack, random comments for NO reason, about how i "wouldn't know about that cause you're a girl" and bullshit like that...
3) his 5-year-old-mindedness... it's like the kind of ignorance that you HOPE gets itself bit in the ass one fine day... but he's 49 years old... and he STILL thinks that he can get whatever he wants in this world, that nothing's gonna happen to him... the way he drinks beer, not just before driving, but WHILE driving--- even when just a few blocks away from home, he'll open up a can of coors cause he can't wait all that way-- he's that big of an alchoholic and he's that big of a dufuss-- and yeah, when the rest of us can seem to loose huge chunks off our rights for situations that are a matter of bad timing or bad friends-of-friends, this can be a little maddening... but i'll admit that my solution to this wierdness has been to just drink with him, since i'm not the one driving and since he always buys...
there's other things... truly STRANGE things, that i can't really say are annoying yet, but are mighty queer... yesterday we were watching 'vertical limit' and he was opening up some frames he got at salvation army that he intended to frame some stuff with, and he found a photo in one of the frames, that had been hidden in there-- it looked like a wedding-party picture of an Asian couple. and he started going on about how he can't throw it away now "cause i feel connected..." he said it in a whiny tone like he was complaining, and then he was like, "aw, should i keep it? it seems really wrong to throw something like this away-- somebody else's wedding picture!" -and i said; "it seems to me that *they* threw it out first." and that's when he started his long, self-affirming elegy: "no no, this looks like it was lost accidentally... you don't just throw away something like this... that's it! i'm keeping it! cause i can't bring myself to be so... to be so... (he thinks for a long-o time for the word) disrespectful! yes, i can't bring myself to be disrespectful, towards someone... (he points right at the picture of the Asian couple) whose CULTURE is based around... RESPECT for ANCESTORS!" and he put the photo in a drawer and i'm just like "o..kay. whatever floats yer boat, man" but not out loud.
but then... he went on to say that he thinks of himself as "a sheep in wolf's clothing! cause i have an exterior that looks really tough and... and VIOLENT and AGRESSIVE--" by which he means he has over-sized earrings and Elvis-hair and he's fat "but REALLY i'm a nice guy.. and my exterior helps me get into places, where only wolves hang out, so i can help people in there!" and he goes on, "i have this fantasy that when i die, and i'm at the pearly gates, and saint peter is looking back on what i've done, he'll say "ooh! you're the sheep in wolf's clothing!" THEY'll RECOGNIZE ME!! and God and st. Peter will be so amazed, because they've never known anything like that before!" and he guffaws with pleasure, and you just know he at least partly believes that this will happen-- and then he goes on about spirituality, mystics and monks and he says that people who are spiritual but "just pray" and "work on *that* world instead of this one" are full of shit essentially and that they've "given up hope" and that when they're standing at the pearly gates they'll be asked "so who did you help?! nobody. you're outta luck." and he takes another swig of beer... and he goes on about the celestine prophecy and how our solar system is different from any other in the universe and how "let there be light" referrs to "the split of the brain into two brains instead of one" -- stuff that's perhaps interesting but has it's limits, you know.. and all the while 'vertical limit' has been going by and just about got to its end... kindofa crappy movie, it seemed to me...
ugh. he just thinks he's perfect is the thing that really blows my mind, by the end of the day. i mean maybe he got that impression because of his royal fuckup of a brother and his frequently-jailed friends... otherwise he's a constant blazing firestorm of a guy... who lets everybody know he has no intention of ever growing up...
...man, i gots to get OUT of this town... like for a while... so aggravating... so exhausting.... sooooo... i dunno... lonesome maybe... my main listener has been my journal-- not *this* one but the paper one
... and i've been makin zines like crazy... which is strange cause i never did before... if anybody'd like one, lemmie know... but could ya send me a dollar in exchange or somethin? VIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
-and do it big willy style. Kill him then eat a bunch of Carls Jr.
Dave