idiocy
Monday, October 20, 2003
i ofccically countas a person now.as of today, i have my oregon license, which "the man" requires, it just took me two years to comply, but better, i am classified to drive motorcycles in the state of oregon, and it still makes me smile.
heheheh.
i've got a bass guitar, a license and my freedom. and most of my major senses intact.
and now i just have to go fight for the world.
oh, look, i have run out of whimsy.
did i ever tell you that i shall never have the resolve to become a vegan/.? well, it's true.
i think my house is on fire.
gddmnned dryer..
idiocy
ok, motherfucker, how i am supposed to update more than once a day in a job that does not involve programming is beyond me...unless, of course, you think that i can function in the a.m. hours before the work happens.are you fucking crazy???
maybe possible two years ago or so, not so now.
lunch would be earliest and that would be awkward.
because the world that is joezilla does not have to work, you fuck, it is a fun superhero world goddamn you!
ok, and then there is the rest of it, the real of it, the part that does your best lyric writing when you are a bit too drunk t o be holding apen and then you ahve to translate it all in the morning, and to this stupid drunken persona, this one, you want this one?, to negotiate the stairs in mutliple directions and try to type with a thousand stumps -f fred-flinstone fingers to rant against the world? impossible. mostly anyways.
since i can still walk tonight, and am yet full of various rage, i shall attempt it,
but until i can figure out how to make this blog prettier, and this world function more to my liking, well, it's going to be stupid and random and missspelled and there it is, and be smug all you want, but i don't care, cause i'm not falling down the stairs any more often than i absolutely have to for the likes of you and...oh, wait, raging in no decent public way.
ahem.
10-0000 balmy degrees outside tonight.
my dryer is noisy, what?
what do you want to hear?
i can't tell you anything more than the truth, because lying, tho momemtarily hilarious, would just confuse me even more socially in the future.
it is the middle of october, the colors change, and weather wanders far past the title of indian summer, and
i am trapped in my basement with my noisy fucking dryer, wishing i had remembered to bring the rest of the bottle of wine down with me....
motherfucker, anyone have a laptop witha wireless card that they want to donate to the cause?
fuck.
i swear, i would write more often and more drunken if this behemoth were not so isiolated in the darkness and the dankness of the recessess of my basement...
this is why i rarely practice my bass wired, because if it is in my room, [the only nice smelling room in the whole godforsaken house and even that is often debatable, ]then i play it.
same with the computer.
see, to proffer even more excuses,
the ceiling is quite low between the kitchen and the basement stairs, and me and drunk and sometimes large shoes and the results are drunken despair and finding yourself in a pile of limbs on the landing covered in cobwebs going, "motherfucker, how is my neck not broken? i'm going to bed"
and so.
fuck, i had something to tell you way back there, must start another thread....