Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Subsiding

Angela, another random thought broadcast. Pink sunglasses, they ask, why are you taking up all this cyber space. And I say, cyber space, what a cool phrase. It sounds so Star Trek, I love it. Maximum warp speed, Jordie.
Meanwhile, back at the glands, it's damn hot in here. I came here for air conditioning, and now you give me nothing. God hates me, he sure does. He hates Dana too. But maybe, if we didn't make so many horrible jokes, we wouldn't be on our way to hell. But if hell is a place where people just hang around, play cards, and make horrible jokes, then okay, I'll but my security deposit down today.
That is why I just can't believe there is such a thing as hell, or heaven anyway. Ha, mere mortals, it's so cute how smart you think you all are. Things are much more than you think, they have to be, or else, what would be the point, if one at all. So, I will go on enjoying rasberry cream-cicles, if I had any, and listen to the birds at 4 am.
Hehe.

Saturday, June 19, 2004

Working for the Man

Though, I feel less guilty. Oh! I get paid today!
--But when I am working alone in front of a computer, do you expect me to do work? Probably, yes, but I have been doing it for 2 hours now, and I am hungry, but I can't go on break until my co-worker comes back from whatever he was doing. We are mutual slackers who must learn to respect each other's slackery.
And what is this guy doing with all those phone books? Crackhead.
I'm glad those kids decided to draw. They looked so bored waiting for their parents. I gave them two pieces of paper and pencils, and they each said, kindly, no thanks, but I left it to them anyway. The boy pointed to his little video game thing, or mini TV, whatever that is, I suppose showing me there is no way he could be bored. Well, HA! I see you kids drawing and using your imaginations! Yay!
Crackhead just informed me the toner is low on the copy machine.
The lady who works at the circulation desk just spilled her drink on the carpet.
Who is Anthony Biggins anyway?

Sunday, June 13, 2004

Ooo, that's horrible

I just witnessed a scene on the Lifetime network- I suppose I should go no further - where a a dad and his two children witnessed the mother getting horribly, horribly fucked up by a truck.
Anyway, it's amazing what I'm missing. Fortunatly, I have never been in a situation like that, but I did take my dad's car out for a Sunday drive today. After a nice picnic with some old friends, I decided to take my favorite roads before it got too dark. Those being Saltzburg leading into Oakmont/Verona and New Texas Road in Plum. Long, hilly, and windey, (windy?). The car is a little big and clumsy for the tight curves -tight curves like a hot woman, heh- but it was fine, with a driver like me in control. Vroom.
I just pretended I was in my super car, the 1970-ish Comet, Corvette looking little guy with matte sky blue exterior and beige leather interior, me in my pink sunglasses singing (horribly) along to my luck of the radio, which always seems to include "Brown Eyed Girl," left arm testing its streamline ability. So, if I were rich, I would buy a car like that and drive around on Sundays. THe roads are quiet then, less cops to ruin your fun with a speeding ticket. I've tried it on a Wednesday, I know.
But remember in the sometimes silly words of Bono- "Always wear a safety belt. Always."
Back to the Lifetime movie--

Monday, June 07, 2004

The totem Pole Blues

And so, the carnival ended and the Bates had to go home. Green light on the pale boy was too much to take seriously, night of the waning moons. Chigen, barfly, and Siouxsie whales.

Porchlight, Neko Case. We were drowning again. What was it that I said? Yes, he was near drowning, arousing. Pounding, spent, feverishly. Precise tiny lettering in purple ink.

---And the Ohio Turnpike. But next time

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

Who says that Murder's not an Art?

...only you pay with your SOUL.

The secret yellow door, my friend, may lead to freedom. But indeed, it only leads to HELL!

...

:)