28 things I totally dig. inspired by John W.
it is Saturday. (01)
I open one eye and realize that it is nearly 11 a.m. and that my room is still completely dark (02) due to the sheet I have hung over my window. I grab my Marlboro Milds (03) off of the table next to the bed and attempt to disguise my morning wood (04) just in case there happens to be people awake in the living room. I wander to the refridgerator (05), grab a cold bottle of water (06) and while drinking it, I spill some on my bare feet. I squeal, which wakes up Peanut Butter Jelly Time (07) who was snoozing in the kitchen sink. He meows his request for some breakfast, and after pouring his food, I go to the computer. (08) I check emails (09) and then go to SG. (10) I check my favorite people's profiles (11) just to see if for some reason they decided to declare that I am in fact the coolest person in the world. After no luck there, I wander into chat (12) for a bit. Growing bored, I leave, and I go sit on the couch (13) that looks like it was rescued from the Boogie Nights (14) set. I thumb thru my roommate's new Playboy (15) and there is a Ewan McGregor (16) article. I also notice that the Guess Jeans Girl's nipples (17) are off-center, but it doesn't bother me that much. I smoke another cigarette while I decide whether I should shower (18) or not. I decide to do just that, and as I bathe I listen to Billie Holiday. (19) After my shower I decide to streak thru the apartment, this time hoping that there are people in the living room and that they will admit that my streaking borders on "emotional distress" (20) and they angrily assert that they will never come back here again. Once again, no luck. I dress, and play video games (21) for a while. It starts to rain (22) which improves my mood dramatically. After hours of Grand Theft Auto San Andreas (23) I go to work. It sucks. I make and sell bunches of pizzas to condescending people who gawk and whisper to each other about my tattoos. (24) I come home and put in Pulp Fiction (25) for the 1 millionth time and quote almost the entire flick verbatim. (26) I drink some beer (27) and pass out on my bed, ready for another day in which I may decide to update my journal with a deviation from my normal entries which are merely just random poetry/prose and that offer no insight as to how I spend my waking hours.
there.
for thefreak (28)
it is Saturday. (01)
I open one eye and realize that it is nearly 11 a.m. and that my room is still completely dark (02) due to the sheet I have hung over my window. I grab my Marlboro Milds (03) off of the table next to the bed and attempt to disguise my morning wood (04) just in case there happens to be people awake in the living room. I wander to the refridgerator (05), grab a cold bottle of water (06) and while drinking it, I spill some on my bare feet. I squeal, which wakes up Peanut Butter Jelly Time (07) who was snoozing in the kitchen sink. He meows his request for some breakfast, and after pouring his food, I go to the computer. (08) I check emails (09) and then go to SG. (10) I check my favorite people's profiles (11) just to see if for some reason they decided to declare that I am in fact the coolest person in the world. After no luck there, I wander into chat (12) for a bit. Growing bored, I leave, and I go sit on the couch (13) that looks like it was rescued from the Boogie Nights (14) set. I thumb thru my roommate's new Playboy (15) and there is a Ewan McGregor (16) article. I also notice that the Guess Jeans Girl's nipples (17) are off-center, but it doesn't bother me that much. I smoke another cigarette while I decide whether I should shower (18) or not. I decide to do just that, and as I bathe I listen to Billie Holiday. (19) After my shower I decide to streak thru the apartment, this time hoping that there are people in the living room and that they will admit that my streaking borders on "emotional distress" (20) and they angrily assert that they will never come back here again. Once again, no luck. I dress, and play video games (21) for a while. It starts to rain (22) which improves my mood dramatically. After hours of Grand Theft Auto San Andreas (23) I go to work. It sucks. I make and sell bunches of pizzas to condescending people who gawk and whisper to each other about my tattoos. (24) I come home and put in Pulp Fiction (25) for the 1 millionth time and quote almost the entire flick verbatim. (26) I drink some beer (27) and pass out on my bed, ready for another day in which I may decide to update my journal with a deviation from my normal entries which are merely just random poetry/prose and that offer no insight as to how I spend my waking hours.
there.
for thefreak (28)VIEW 15 of 15 COMMENTS
harder!