I had written a gigantic blog but for some fucking reason I hit backspace and my browser went back to my dashboard, hence I lost everything! To top that one all off, Blogger for some reasons didn't back up the draft for it. FUCK!
I've been reading poetry from Dylan Thomas a lot lately. It's not particularly my style, enough to influence me. But it's very beautiful none the less. If you haven't read anything by him, I suggest you stop into your local book store and look for something by him. He was VERY ahead of his time, I think, and writes with an elegance that I think has disappeared with modern writers.
I don't think that I'm very far off from getting a cellular telephone! Which is awesome because I fucking need one! Like... really bad. I don't know who I would call. It'd just be nice to have one. So I can make new friends and be like "Call me dude! We'll kick it!" Because right now I'm just like "Hit me up on AIM dude..." Which will never suffice as a social tool. I need to get up on it!
It's been very hot outside for the past couple of days. Summer time hot. And we're still in the middle of spring which is very unusual for Erie. I wouldn't be surprised though if it snowed in about a week. Erie weather is so fucked.
So there's this guy in the office at work who is getting a car from my co-worker, Brian, and he looks like a straight up hippy. He looks like he came directly out of an episode of That 70' Show. The type to drive a VW bus. In no way is this a bad thing. I see it as a compliment because he looks fucking AWESOME! I would like to drink and play guitar with this guy.
I've come to the conclusion that I can win ANY Battle of the Bands by playing "Wonderwall" on my lonesome on an acoustic guitar. It's a likeable song written by a likeable group of assholes. I think I could get the entire crowd so sing along in my effort to get a hundred and fifty dollars to put toward recording studio time (enough for maybe half a fucking song with my meticulousness).
Someone asked me what I would do if I knew that I couldn't fail. I thought hard on it and I've come to this: I would educate everyone in the world about the true meaning of love. When I say that, I don't mean romantic love. I mean love for everything around them. For the world. Even I need some education in such a thing, I think.
So House M.D. killed off the most logical member of the staff. Now we have hour-long episodes of Gregory House disassembling characters comprised completely of stupidity and a lack of common sense. I love it. Now that Kutner is gone, there is no one who can stop House from being a sarcastic madman.
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On that note I wonder if there's going to be another Harold and Kumar movie since Kal Penn is one of Barack Obama's ass-puppets now.
At my job on the lobby TV we have a set of rabbit ears that are pretty unreliable and don't help much at all for getting TV stations. Right now the only channel that is coming in is the Evangelist channel. So I'm hearing some guy in the background of my workplace babbling about how God impregnated the Virgin Mary, citing every scripture where this moment occurs. I hope that a Musilum dude doesn't come in and not want to buy a car from us because he thinks we're militant Christians trying to convert them to a faith they find completely disgusting. Because they're close-minded. We get a lot of people like that in here. Which is why I smoke cigarettes in the back parking lot and not the front. Because there ARE people who will see an employee smoking and just pass by the dealership without stopping. That is bad juju!
Lately I've been delving into 1960's and 1970's American culture as far as literature, music, fashion, etc. I found that I have a profound attraction to these things.
I'm disgusted with people who are spoiled in life. Just a note.
I'm sipping on my water bottle wanting the workday to end. Evangelism on TV is making my life DRAG SLOWLY!!!
Spider-man!
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I am fairly sure if not certain that I'm going to buy a zune now.
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