a black cat crossed my path last night... Me being
a superstitious person had to spit three times over
my left shoulder and bravely walk forth... I still take
it as an omen of something to come. I walked
around with my friend Amy last night for three
hours or something... We walked and talked and
once even stopped to have a bottle of wine
and steamed mussels in garlicky sauce... Hm...
I love food. My mom complained to me that I don't
look to good and that I should eat more regularly..
I just called her a jewish mother for giving a shit
how much I eat... My family is funny. In a non-funny
good way. I also picked some wild boysenberries
and one green apple off a tree last night... good
stuff, reminds me of the childhood... Weird dreams.
Lots of different once, but one I remember in
particular. I think I decided to become a male
prostitute or at least see what it's like... So I go to
this parlor and tell the two asian women at the
counter about my desire to try out for the world
oldest profession (or so they say). They were
twins I think. Or maybe just the same person, only
two of them. So they put me in this hospital like
bed, white sheets, awfully clean for a bordello...
And all these older women are walking by and some
even look at me funny... I laid there for a while
and then was taken to a big empty room with lots
of windows... After a little wait all this people
started coming in... Strange people, some kids...
They were gonna try me out, but for some reason
nothing they did or asked had to do with sex...
I even had to fight some chinese old man with
diamonds in his teeth and after the fight the
diamonds were all over the floor... The main guy
told his daughter to pick them up and take one
for herself...
I also went thrifting yesterday... What can be better
then spending money you don't have? but come on
sixteen bucks got me some cool shtuff... Like a
pair of white converse shoes, jeans, tuxedo shirt,
a belt, and a tie... White shoes are all the rage
lately. Especially if you wear them with black dress
pants and a jacket... Anyway, I like that look.
I also like wearing a wife-beater under a jacket...
I even went to a classical concert like that once...
ha. somebody here likes italian opera. so this
comes to mind. My father when he was a kid used
to sing in the opera chorus to make extra money.
They would allow him to come to all the concerts
for free because of that... So he knows all these
italian operas and used to sing them to us...
My cell phone ring is a melody from "Carmen"...
Influence.
a superstitious person had to spit three times over
my left shoulder and bravely walk forth... I still take
it as an omen of something to come. I walked
around with my friend Amy last night for three
hours or something... We walked and talked and
once even stopped to have a bottle of wine
and steamed mussels in garlicky sauce... Hm...
I love food. My mom complained to me that I don't
look to good and that I should eat more regularly..
I just called her a jewish mother for giving a shit
how much I eat... My family is funny. In a non-funny
good way. I also picked some wild boysenberries
and one green apple off a tree last night... good
stuff, reminds me of the childhood... Weird dreams.
Lots of different once, but one I remember in
particular. I think I decided to become a male
prostitute or at least see what it's like... So I go to
this parlor and tell the two asian women at the
counter about my desire to try out for the world
oldest profession (or so they say). They were
twins I think. Or maybe just the same person, only
two of them. So they put me in this hospital like
bed, white sheets, awfully clean for a bordello...
And all these older women are walking by and some
even look at me funny... I laid there for a while
and then was taken to a big empty room with lots
of windows... After a little wait all this people
started coming in... Strange people, some kids...
They were gonna try me out, but for some reason
nothing they did or asked had to do with sex...
I even had to fight some chinese old man with
diamonds in his teeth and after the fight the
diamonds were all over the floor... The main guy
told his daughter to pick them up and take one
for herself...
I also went thrifting yesterday... What can be better
then spending money you don't have? but come on
sixteen bucks got me some cool shtuff... Like a
pair of white converse shoes, jeans, tuxedo shirt,
a belt, and a tie... White shoes are all the rage
lately. Especially if you wear them with black dress
pants and a jacket... Anyway, I like that look.
I also like wearing a wife-beater under a jacket...
I even went to a classical concert like that once...
ha. somebody here likes italian opera. so this
comes to mind. My father when he was a kid used
to sing in the opera chorus to make extra money.
They would allow him to come to all the concerts
for free because of that... So he knows all these
italian operas and used to sing them to us...
My cell phone ring is a melody from "Carmen"...
Influence.
the walk sounds gorgeous. i had wine with friends last night as well, but ended up in a sex shop instead of roaming around plucking fruit and dreaming of prostitution. ...hrm...
i love food, too. i'm looking to expand on that - um... but not expand. gee whiz that could come out all wrong.
i don't remember my dreams most of the time. i remember i had dreams, just not the dreams. and not even that sometimes. i think it would be really interesting. maybe i should document them. i can't ever write fast enough.
for sixteen dollars, i think all of that is worth it.
i really like the shirts of wife-beater variety. i swim in them, actually. funny that i was sharing the very story with a coworker this morning - about how odd that i tie one up and wear another one over top. comfy. much more so than whatever they make swim suits of.
i don't have white shoes.
the opera story is endearing. i think dad singing is a good memory. i haven't seen many but appreciate them, as well.
influence - i don't think we can escape it ever.
i was thinking about that squish thing, but when you said dirty i thought "you can citruself down right here" ...
your idea is better.
i doubt i smell like oranges, but could arrange as much. vanilla pear is mostly my thing, but sometimes citrus in a general scent, and then sometimes earthy amberish. i dunno - i sit in my smell, so how can i tell?
this is a long little note, eh?