January 2010
I am really really sick
Everything is getting put on hold today.
Chapter Two of Thirty One: What I Do / What I...
The voice on the phone belonged to one of my longtime friends and one of my longtime employers Elizabeth, or Liz as I called her and as she hated to be called. Our relationship went back to high school where she decided to major in journalism and I decided to try a truly staggering amount of drugs. In the short ten years after graduation she had already managed to get herself a job doing...
Chapter One of Thirty One: The Morning After
I woke sweating and tangled in bedsheets that weren’t mine. It was 3pm. The room I was in was hot with thick smokey air making it worse. A rotary fan on a desk across from me did very little to help. I struggled to free myself from an octopus-like grip the covers had on me, like warm arms wrapping me up in a sauna. I started coughing. My mouth tasted like cigarettes.
“Mrmm…” A female...
I'm going to write a lot soon.
Starting tomorrow I’m beginning a new project.
I’ll be writing a story over the course of the next 31 days. Each day I will write one “chapter” and upload it to tumblr. No planning ahead, no writing for future dates. Each day I’m just going to empty my brain on here at the end of it. I’ve no real plan or purpose for this story. I’m just going to see where...
Sleeping is a fucking ordeal.
For disclaimer purposes, I’m in Japan which is about 15 hours in the future, give or take an hour or two depending on timezones, and at the time of this writing it is 9:18PM here, as opposed to say 6:18AM where I’m from in Oklahoma City.
Anyway.
I’m not sure if I should blame the lack of intellectual stimulation due to the fact that on work days all I do is work, workout, then...
A Long and Happy Life.
While talking to a friend of mine, she related the following:
“(My ex boyfriend) read somewhere that looking at large breasts for 15 minutes a day helps you live longer, so we used to have a bed time routine where I would take off my shirt and read while he looked at my boobs. Of course, he didn’t think to quit smoking or start eating better. He thought boobs were the way to go for a...
Let's talk about sex baby.
I’ve had good sex maybe a handful of times. Most of the time sex has been that awkward and virginal “is it gonna happen?” feeling too long before it and then when I find out it is gonna happen I almost don’t really care anymore. I had wondered too long and I admit that when it was finally in front of me I at that moment know how every dog I’ve ever owned has felt when...
Sheep gives birth to human faced lamb. Makes... →
Man runs from camera. Kind of interesting. →
Rhythm Thief
Michael Bowman: (on his facebook update) is the rhythm thief.
Jacob Abbe: Sir, I saw you throw the rhythm out of the car. Do you have a license? Alright, I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the car. Do you have anything sharp in your pockets that could harm me or anything illegal?
Michael Bowman: Dude that's not mine, I didn't even do nothing, I didn't even do nothing man, I didn't do nothin.
Jacob Abbe: Sir, my deputy SAW you throw it. i'm gonna have to ask you to get on the ground. Are you sure this is all the rhythm you got? Are you sure? Well looky here! Found a little bit more. You see, they buy the rhythm thinking it'll make 'em dance better and have a good time. The only time they're gonna get is served.
Michael Bowman: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I submit that my client is not the rhythm abusing hooligan that the prosecution would have you believe, but in fact the victim of a racially motivated attack not only physically, but also on his character. Before this trial is over, I will submit evidence and witnesses that will prove this beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Jacob Abbe: OBJECTION! This man is playing the race card to cover up the fact that he took rhythm that was not his. Right now there is a hip, young black child in the inner city that simply cannot keep in step with Express Yourself by the NWA due to the actions of this selfless man.
Katie West and J.R. Blackwell
It is early in the morning here in Japan and I’m off to work soon, so I haven’t really been reading as in-depth as I normally would the posts of these two beautiful, intelligent, and overwhelmingly artistic women as much as I normally would, and there have been a lot of posts recently.
That run-on sentence should give you an idea of my mental efficiency at this hour.
I think what the...
PLAN OF THE DAY
Michael and I are going to Yokohama to get drunk in public on a Monday morning while everyone in Japan is going to work because AMERICA FUCK YEAH.
“Another day down the mines of our lives. We drink ‘til we stink and smoke ‘til...”
– always accurate.
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Guilt
After you read this I have something to add afterward.
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Behind the subdivision where I grew up there’s a conservation area. To get from the small village I live in, to the city just south of it, you need to drive down into the conservation area, down into a valley, through the forest, across a bridge and the river, across the train tracks and up out of the valley. My mom was...
December 2009
HorrorPops - "Walk Like a Zombie"
And you wanna hold hands in the cemetery And you wanna be lost for all eternity And everything is dark and kind of scary And you crave the full moon But I don’t care And you want a mountaintop with a little castle And you wanna name our kids Morticia and Fester And all the flowers you bring are always dead And you howl at the moon but I don’t care