how do you feel when people start a conversation w/you about a band or a book or a movie just to tell you how much they think it sucks?
"did you see _____ the last time they played here?"
no, but I saw them i the other day in ____.
"man, they're aweful...we were at another show and we were going to see ____ and they opened and we were watching ___ just as ___ went into this amazing guitar thing and we had to leave and got to the other show and ___ was still on and they just seemed so smug and self-satisfied....."
really? I don't get that vibe from them at all.
"well it was really just this one guy on stage..."
oh so it was only ONE of them...
bullshit floated to my ears on a cloud of stank-ass beer breath.
I'm all weird today. Like floating through the day. Someone out there thinks I'm more important than I am. very official phone call of the day. then very official phone call number 2 of the day. then relationship councelling session @ Tryst while overhearing the belly-dancer's conversation about reality tv, though she wears enough foundation that if she were to somehow convert it into an edible substance we could sustain life on this planet indefinitely, were she to go sans makeup. I see her a lot. To be blunt, I really want to have sex with her. She's attractive out of the corner of your eye, or when you see her after she gets off work in the dark bar light, or maybe across the room, or her perfume is intoxicating...but upclose too much makeup and her voice sounds like a drag queen. I want to have sex with her and smell her perfume as I transfer her makeup to my face so I look like a clown on Estee Lauder, and hear her drag queen voice moan like a trannie, hopefully she'll smoke a marlboro light the whole time and make me do all the work, sniff coke off of her or something. seedy. if you could see this individual you'd be simultaneously mesmerized, repulsed and attracted, mentally diseased. she was wearing a t-shirt and I'd hoped as she very obviously took a stretch back and I peaked hoping to see some stubble under her arm, that maybe it was an off day and somewhere there was a flaw, something overlooked, or thought she'd concealed, as she left the house, one last check in the mirror, yep, just going to get coffee, didn't need to shave. mmm...coffeeemakesmybrainvibratelikethis....yes I'm in that zone of weird can't get enough...you can go without contact for so long and you get it and it's nice and you want want want...even the faux trannie bellydancer who I'm sure everyone wants to fuck. good for everyone. ...like Inez I think the stress of now is making me want sex bad, esp. since I had a 2.5 second taste. woo hoo...
cross off one less thing today, got my freelance check and mom's ok until they saw open her sternum and dive in and change some parts out. FUCK!!!!
say hi, my bubbling brain needs a pat on the back.
"did you see _____ the last time they played here?"
no, but I saw them i the other day in ____.
"man, they're aweful...we were at another show and we were going to see ____ and they opened and we were watching ___ just as ___ went into this amazing guitar thing and we had to leave and got to the other show and ___ was still on and they just seemed so smug and self-satisfied....."
really? I don't get that vibe from them at all.
"well it was really just this one guy on stage..."
oh so it was only ONE of them...
bullshit floated to my ears on a cloud of stank-ass beer breath.
I'm all weird today. Like floating through the day. Someone out there thinks I'm more important than I am. very official phone call of the day. then very official phone call number 2 of the day. then relationship councelling session @ Tryst while overhearing the belly-dancer's conversation about reality tv, though she wears enough foundation that if she were to somehow convert it into an edible substance we could sustain life on this planet indefinitely, were she to go sans makeup. I see her a lot. To be blunt, I really want to have sex with her. She's attractive out of the corner of your eye, or when you see her after she gets off work in the dark bar light, or maybe across the room, or her perfume is intoxicating...but upclose too much makeup and her voice sounds like a drag queen. I want to have sex with her and smell her perfume as I transfer her makeup to my face so I look like a clown on Estee Lauder, and hear her drag queen voice moan like a trannie, hopefully she'll smoke a marlboro light the whole time and make me do all the work, sniff coke off of her or something. seedy. if you could see this individual you'd be simultaneously mesmerized, repulsed and attracted, mentally diseased. she was wearing a t-shirt and I'd hoped as she very obviously took a stretch back and I peaked hoping to see some stubble under her arm, that maybe it was an off day and somewhere there was a flaw, something overlooked, or thought she'd concealed, as she left the house, one last check in the mirror, yep, just going to get coffee, didn't need to shave. mmm...coffeeemakesmybrainvibratelikethis....yes I'm in that zone of weird can't get enough...you can go without contact for so long and you get it and it's nice and you want want want...even the faux trannie bellydancer who I'm sure everyone wants to fuck. good for everyone. ...like Inez I think the stress of now is making me want sex bad, esp. since I had a 2.5 second taste. woo hoo...
cross off one less thing today, got my freelance check and mom's ok until they saw open her sternum and dive in and change some parts out. FUCK!!!!
say hi, my bubbling brain needs a pat on the back.
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I start that kind of conversation all the time.
Sometimes you just have to spread the word about how much something sucks.
It is my duty.