August 31, 2007 in -- | Comments (1)
linus has become very skilled at sensing exactly when you are intending to oppress him with your boney human arms, in order to convey him outside of his familiars and into some sadistic vehicle.
you have made no obvious signs about the desire to gather pets, but somehow linus knows, and he begins scouting for hiding places.
and so when you are finally leaving your place with a cat in your arms, everything is in disarray, with furniture pulled from the walls, doors closed, mattresses overturned, etcetera.
linus is scared and yowling through the hallways and elevators, and then you put him on the floor of the passenger’s side and you can see his expression and yowlings turn more into ‘very pissed off’.
linus is not fond of moving any of himself while in cars, since he is more convinced of his continued survival if he remains a motionless mass of mysterious cat, lurking in the car’s shadows. but this time i pulled him up onto the passenger’s seat, a la respected co-pilot.
he still had the very pissed-off expression, but you could tell that he totally digs cruising, listening to the rocknroll, letting the air conditioning blow on his face, watching the massive eighteen wheelers as they are left in the dustiness of my velocity. he yowled no more, and his eyes betrayed a hint of excitement.
but he is still eleven years away from a learner’s permit, so highway travelers needn’t fret yet.
August 30, 2007 in -- | Comments (0)
build your bridges or fucking burn them.
that is a new adage that you can have and it frowns on eternally remaining in a mildewy stasis in between.
give me another month or two, massive readership, i will deliver a good mood again someday.
August 29, 2007 in -- | Comments (2)
hello weblog(!), yesterday i had lotsa lotsa vodka for very substandard reasonings. i got way drunk, but it was delicious because i added kahlua and cooold milk. mmmm!
i spun a fresh rage about ex-girlfriends. it was full of expletives. yay!
here is a blurry picture of a tree. i think it looks neat because of the bright white sunwashed part and then the cooled bloo part, and especially because of the blurry tree in between,.
today i was nauseous and achy all day long, but i soldiered through it like a very meek and pathetic soldier who is really unskilled and bad at doing anything.
linus gave me a highfive and included his claws. it hurt but i appreciated the notion, and then he bit the shit out of my finger. sorry for swearenging.
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god DAMN, my accelerating alcoholism might get me into trouble, someday.
but i doubt it.
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hello live journal, yesterday i had lotsa lotsa vodka for very substandard reasonings. i got way drunk, but it was delicious because i added kahlua and cooold milk. mmmm!
i spun a fresh rage about ex-girlfriends. it was full of expletives. yay!
here is a blurry picture of a tree. i think it looks neat because of the bright white sunwashed part and then the cooled bloo part, and especially because of the blurry tree in between,.
today i was nauseous and achy all day long, but i soldiered through it like a very meek and pathetic soldier who is really unskilled and bad at doing anything.
linus gave me a highfive and included his claws. it hurt but i appreciated the notion, and then he bit the shit out of my finger. sorry for swearenging.
August 28, 2007 in -- | Comments (5)
i am leaving on saturday for a long time. go fuck yourself.
i will not write anymore sappy and apologetic emails to liz after yesterday. i have been wholly elaborate about my faults and she has accepted my reasons and but she will not let me redeem myself but she makes me feel better about myself anyway, somehow, i don’t know how but she does somehow. good for her. that is the great thing about liz. liz is better than every other girl i have ever met. we never had sour feelings, not in nine long months. but i was an idiot and she has found somebody new and how can you not be happy about it, unless you are being another version of me and thinking that the world fucking owes you something? i am not being me, go fuck yourself.
i sold a guitar to a girl for ten canadian dollars. i asked her to coffee on an email sometime afterwards. she accepted and then three messages later she mentioned the seven-year live-in boyfriend. so it goes. she says she”doesn’t know what’s going on with all that lately”, but i don’t believe her. i feel bad for the seven-year boyfriend whose life is about to get worse.
the third girl is part of a forgotten competition, about who sends words first, after an argument that proves we are both fucking worthless, especially to each other. my wager is that it is not even a competition. my wager is that negativity haunts some of the hills, go fuck yourself. it is fucking acceptable to be emotional, sometimes. it is fucking acceptable to be vulnerable, if it is honest. it is fucking acceptable to be sad, as long as you’re quiet about it. it is acceptable to not feel “the magic” and it is acceptable to not feel anything at all. no one has explained what happened and i do not believe that i would care if they did. what a positive sign.
positivity? you do not say.
god doesn’t always have the best god damn plans, does he?
i am leaving on saturday. linus will not accompany, but he willbe taken care of.
August 24, 2007 in -- | Comments (0)
Τα παπούτσια μου έχουν πάρει το ύδωρ. Η τρίχα μου έχει γίνει καταρράκτες. Τα μάτια μου δεν ήταν ποτέ όπως ψυχρά. Τα νησιά τυλίγουν γύρω από ένα κέντρο. Περιστρέφουμε για πάντα.
Θα κοιμηθώ επάνω σε έναν χάρτη. Δεν θα γνωρίσω, και θα σας εντοπίσω.
August 23, 2007 in -- | Comments (0)
August 21, 2007 in -- | Comments (0)
five x’s left. i am trapped upon the earth. there is a cold wind ripping into the loose plastic of the neighborhood. it is august. satan has planted little seeds, here and there. can you sense this?
we would let the lions in.
four years ago, who knows.
all that’s left are three short essays, and i will have a finished application. a new philanthropist. neverending white guilt, or misdirectin of the fortunate middleclass. that is what 2008 or 9 should be for. all years accountable, please. i will be dead by 2050. everything must matter more and more, despite the indications.
until 2008, maybe i will sleep and read.
August 20, 2007 in -- | Comments (0)
My test tube whale will go in Muncho Lake. Don’t worry, I will add salt as needed.
