On the docket ('what the hell is a docket?' edition):
1) Intro / Update on all things 'Willy
2) Apologia
3) the Saga of another surreal night out
4) Closing
Welcome to another patch of time you're wasting reading my shit - thanks.
As Meph luxuriates in the Santa Cruz area, enjoying family, In&Out Burger, and some slightly dissatisfying sushi, Willy lives as he ever does, somewhat hand to mouth in Iowa- the waste/farm land that spawned an entire Slipknot album. That's right, folks, those most fucked-up of the fucked-up looking came from the Midwest. Iowa represent. It is now Easter, the day supposedly to honor Christ's crucifixion and ressurection, but now apparently the day to honor colored eggs, chocolate, and bunnies. I'm all for honoring chocolate, but dammit make up your mind is the holiday going to be Easter or Valentine's Day? You can't have both if sushi doesn't even have a holiday of its own yet. Believe it or not I was discussing this with my mom (of all folks) and she pointed out that the eggs and bunnies bit probably came from the Xtians usurping a pagan spring fertility festival. Wow- where was I in all my Xtian-bashing glory on that one? Way to go mom, you made me proud. I was just noticing that crucifixion is awful close to cruci-fiction. Something to think about. Something else to think about - if this is a former Pagan celebration of spring and fertility - we all ought to be fucking like bunnies, eh?
On an important note - I've discovered a way to PDX as soon as I can find a job. But the catch is I've gotta have the job before I get there. So here's where I need all y'all's help. I have a Bachelor's Degree in Psychology, and going on 9 months of experience in Social Service (working with distrubed children) I am 1st Aid, Mandt, CPR, certified among other things. Any ideas on where to cast my hook first?
Goddamn that last entry was long. I'll have to refrain from quoting long passages like that in future. Come to think of it, that last paragraph was pretty long. Y'all are going to have to stop me, or my verbose ass will greedily write up all the bandwidth on the whole damn Internet. Sheeeiit.
I went out with an old grade-thru-high school friend of mine last night, and we went to our usual dive. Not much of a place, but they make a decent cheap drink, you can smoke, and the pool tables are really nice. (Side note: This bar bought all the Iowa state tournament tables after the tournament, meaning they'd only been used once by people that know how to treat a pool table.) So we go out with but a simple goal in mind. Play a little pool, have a drink or three, smoke, and relax. For the second week in a row, two girls asked us if we wanted to play doubles. Now, normally, if I was in my right mind I'd say something like this. "No thanks. We just came to play with each other, we're not into playing for money, and we're really not interested in you, so kindly fuck off." But herein lies the problem. These pairs of girls are strange. There's always one cute one, and one not. Last time it was one cute one, and one who had three kids (no joke). This time it was a girl I vaguely remembered from high school (very cool) and her 40-something friend. The cute one always asks ME if we want to play doubles. And I always say "Ok" instead of that rational speech above. HS girl asks me if we want to play, and I swear to Jeebus, her breasts had some kind of tractor-beam technology going on - because I couldn't speak to save my life. Now I'm well aware that this is not cool. Come to think of it, I don't even know why I'm telling you all this... it's kinda embarrassing. Shit, I've seen breasts before. I've touched them. I even kissed a couple nipples. But for some reason, a girl comes up to me and throws her chest out, and I'm like a fuckin' 7th grader. Ooooh boooobies...{drool}. Feh. Anyway, so after we play a couple of games with the girls (we win some, they win some) it's last call. So we wrap up our last game- shake hands and say 'good game' when in fact it was awful. None of us could sink a ball even if we were offered a night alone with Thursday. So I wasted another night. As I finish writing this I really wish I had asked the girl for her number, or something. I'm such a fuckin' shy pansy-ass.
Alright enough already. If you didn't catch my reference above, Thursday is about the coolest thing I've seen since God/Allah/Buddha/Krishna/etc. invented the female breast. And Thursday comments on my journal... so should you. Have a happy Easter everyone, hopefully you're all happily fucking away like pagan fertility bunnies...or not. Whatever you like.
snoogans.
1) Intro / Update on all things 'Willy
2) Apologia
3) the Saga of another surreal night out
4) Closing
Welcome to another patch of time you're wasting reading my shit - thanks.
As Meph luxuriates in the Santa Cruz area, enjoying family, In&Out Burger, and some slightly dissatisfying sushi, Willy lives as he ever does, somewhat hand to mouth in Iowa- the waste/farm land that spawned an entire Slipknot album. That's right, folks, those most fucked-up of the fucked-up looking came from the Midwest. Iowa represent. It is now Easter, the day supposedly to honor Christ's crucifixion and ressurection, but now apparently the day to honor colored eggs, chocolate, and bunnies. I'm all for honoring chocolate, but dammit make up your mind is the holiday going to be Easter or Valentine's Day? You can't have both if sushi doesn't even have a holiday of its own yet. Believe it or not I was discussing this with my mom (of all folks) and she pointed out that the eggs and bunnies bit probably came from the Xtians usurping a pagan spring fertility festival. Wow- where was I in all my Xtian-bashing glory on that one? Way to go mom, you made me proud. I was just noticing that crucifixion is awful close to cruci-fiction. Something to think about. Something else to think about - if this is a former Pagan celebration of spring and fertility - we all ought to be fucking like bunnies, eh?
On an important note - I've discovered a way to PDX as soon as I can find a job. But the catch is I've gotta have the job before I get there. So here's where I need all y'all's help. I have a Bachelor's Degree in Psychology, and going on 9 months of experience in Social Service (working with distrubed children) I am 1st Aid, Mandt, CPR, certified among other things. Any ideas on where to cast my hook first?
Goddamn that last entry was long. I'll have to refrain from quoting long passages like that in future. Come to think of it, that last paragraph was pretty long. Y'all are going to have to stop me, or my verbose ass will greedily write up all the bandwidth on the whole damn Internet. Sheeeiit.
I went out with an old grade-thru-high school friend of mine last night, and we went to our usual dive. Not much of a place, but they make a decent cheap drink, you can smoke, and the pool tables are really nice. (Side note: This bar bought all the Iowa state tournament tables after the tournament, meaning they'd only been used once by people that know how to treat a pool table.) So we go out with but a simple goal in mind. Play a little pool, have a drink or three, smoke, and relax. For the second week in a row, two girls asked us if we wanted to play doubles. Now, normally, if I was in my right mind I'd say something like this. "No thanks. We just came to play with each other, we're not into playing for money, and we're really not interested in you, so kindly fuck off." But herein lies the problem. These pairs of girls are strange. There's always one cute one, and one not. Last time it was one cute one, and one who had three kids (no joke). This time it was a girl I vaguely remembered from high school (very cool) and her 40-something friend. The cute one always asks ME if we want to play doubles. And I always say "Ok" instead of that rational speech above. HS girl asks me if we want to play, and I swear to Jeebus, her breasts had some kind of tractor-beam technology going on - because I couldn't speak to save my life. Now I'm well aware that this is not cool. Come to think of it, I don't even know why I'm telling you all this... it's kinda embarrassing. Shit, I've seen breasts before. I've touched them. I even kissed a couple nipples. But for some reason, a girl comes up to me and throws her chest out, and I'm like a fuckin' 7th grader. Ooooh boooobies...{drool}. Feh. Anyway, so after we play a couple of games with the girls (we win some, they win some) it's last call. So we wrap up our last game- shake hands and say 'good game' when in fact it was awful. None of us could sink a ball even if we were offered a night alone with Thursday. So I wasted another night. As I finish writing this I really wish I had asked the girl for her number, or something. I'm such a fuckin' shy pansy-ass.
Alright enough already. If you didn't catch my reference above, Thursday is about the coolest thing I've seen since God/Allah/Buddha/Krishna/etc. invented the female breast. And Thursday comments on my journal... so should you. Have a happy Easter everyone, hopefully you're all happily fucking away like pagan fertility bunnies...or not. Whatever you like.
snoogans.
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Happy Easter. My ex has a rabbit. Her name is Zuel. She's living over in England now, and I miss her terribly.
[Edited on Apr 20, 2003]