What is this about not being able to use <> thingies in the title. I originally used them instead of { these } things because it was like pointing out where the meaning of the phor/for was s'posed'a go. Boo....BOO! I'M A GHOST! I GOT A ROCK! WHY DIDN'T HE JUST THROW IT THROUGH THEIR WINDOWS? WHO GIVES OUT ROCKS FOR HALLOWEEN? BESIDES ME? and I would imagine Santa Claus. But that's only because he's a sourpuss about the holiday. And he has more coal than candy. Because he needs to heat his pole. So I'm saying save it. It's cold up there............anyway. the point-
Stepped in dogshit. That's the metaphor. I don't know if the universe is trying to tell me life can always get worse, or that life will always get worse. 'Oh, your life hasn't been miserable? Well I got it covered. In dogshit. Your shoe, specifically.'
That girl next door better learn to clean up after her pooch. Because I already have my costumes for halloween, but I don't mind adding the wicked witch to the repertoire. So watch it Todo.
Why is there so much shit to do before Halloween? Why does so much have to be submitted by November 1? Killing me. I'ma be a zombie for Halloween without even trying. Here I come, pictures of me sleeping at parties! WUH HOO!
(back to work)
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
It was a superb dick day
You know those days when you take a look at yourself, and you're swingin' large (whatever that may mean to you) and you just know you're going to eff the ess out of the day? It was one of those days today. And still is, I suppose.
Well of course the occurrences are just the same as they always are, but you feel better about them. Or at least about yourself.
Anyhoo, enough dancing around phalli. It really upsets me that the thesaurus widget on my mac does not have an entry for penis. Or anything even remotely vulgar for that matter. Come on! Those are the like the best ones!
Halloween is quickly approaching. I find it irritating that my life is also getting way busier at the same time. You know, it really blows being a secular person, because Halloween is like all we have. Well, that and Christmas. And Thanksgiving. But I get time off for those. Those are recognized as important. And the beliefs behind them are the least important to me. But Halloween is about dressing up and getting intoxicated and indulging! Which I can totally get behind! Then again, that's kind of what all holidays are about in one way or another, huh? The point is, someone give me a break. I should not have to tend to my responsibilities, because I'm not even me on Halloweekend. I am Sirius Black, or Inspector Clouseau. But like a drunk version.
In any case, at the very least it is about time to do my annual marathon of the Misfits. I think the Misfits are the best seasonal music. Especially for this time of year. Of course excepting the monster mash. I'ma throw a monster mash. In my pants. FULL CIRCLE!
peace
Well of course the occurrences are just the same as they always are, but you feel better about them. Or at least about yourself.
Anyhoo, enough dancing around phalli. It really upsets me that the thesaurus widget on my mac does not have an entry for penis. Or anything even remotely vulgar for that matter. Come on! Those are the like the best ones!
Halloween is quickly approaching. I find it irritating that my life is also getting way busier at the same time. You know, it really blows being a secular person, because Halloween is like all we have. Well, that and Christmas. And Thanksgiving. But I get time off for those. Those are recognized as important. And the beliefs behind them are the least important to me. But Halloween is about dressing up and getting intoxicated and indulging! Which I can totally get behind! Then again, that's kind of what all holidays are about in one way or another, huh? The point is, someone give me a break. I should not have to tend to my responsibilities, because I'm not even me on Halloweekend. I am Sirius Black, or Inspector Clouseau. But like a drunk version.
In any case, at the very least it is about time to do my annual marathon of the Misfits. I think the Misfits are the best seasonal music. Especially for this time of year. Of course excepting the monster mash. I'ma throw a monster mash. In my pants. FULL CIRCLE!
peace
Saturday, October 17, 2009
LIfe is hard, but more so when your dick ain't (but then again I suppose it depends on the circumstances...)
(...Because you don't wanna be walking around with a boner all the time right? that could get dangerous)
Hear ye, hear ye. Plant your asses here in front of the screen and I'ma type til you see what I mean.
At some point I have to figure out whether I want to be an actor, a student, or a drunk. Because I don't know how much longer I can continue being all three. There is not enough time in the day. And not enough stuff in my thing. Brain.
Anyhoo, life has been kicking my ass. Four hour rehearsals six days a week and midterms and quizzes and a job make jonny a dull boy.
I just wanted a turkey sandwich, complete with all the fixin's but Hellman was all like "fix that lid so it will stay fixed atop the jar," so I went without that fixture of a turkey sandwich. Just cheese, turkey, lettuce. I'll have to find another way to get my fix.
But not really, because mayonnaise is gross, despite its essential role on sandwiches. What the fix up with that?
Oh my blog, you're my most receptive companion and my favorite to neglect. That'll teach you.
I have to go to rehearsal. Again. and Forever. Fun Fun.
Hear ye, hear ye. Plant your asses here in front of the screen and I'ma type til you see what I mean.
At some point I have to figure out whether I want to be an actor, a student, or a drunk. Because I don't know how much longer I can continue being all three. There is not enough time in the day. And not enough stuff in my thing. Brain.
Anyhoo, life has been kicking my ass. Four hour rehearsals six days a week and midterms and quizzes and a job make jonny a dull boy.
I just wanted a turkey sandwich, complete with all the fixin's but Hellman was all like "fix that lid so it will stay fixed atop the jar," so I went without that fixture of a turkey sandwich. Just cheese, turkey, lettuce. I'll have to find another way to get my fix.
But not really, because mayonnaise is gross, despite its essential role on sandwiches. What the fix up with that?
Oh my blog, you're my most receptive companion and my favorite to neglect. That'll teach you.
I have to go to rehearsal. Again. and Forever. Fun Fun.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
That is one ghetto-ass grilled cheese
My debit card did not come in the mail today - Fudge...sounds delicious right now. I haven't had a cookie since I-don't-know-when and I haven't made them since I-don't-know-how.
In the realm of need that most of us exist within, the meaning of necessity is so definitely flexible. My current needful resources (according to my present fleeting definition) that are at my disposal are Ltd. Too -
4 hours o sleep. $3 and a bunch of change that's lying around my pockets and room. 2 cigarettes. 1 brick of cheese. 1 boxxa cereal. 1 canna soup. 1/2 gallon of milk. 1/2 gallon of ju l'orange. it's the poverty diet.
So some of those things should be more described as "needful". And probably some of them are "resources" too. But fuck off, Semantics. Language is arbitrary.
Oh, and I also have a helluva lot of whiskey, because I haven't had time to drink. That's one of those necessities you don't see in the list because I don't have it. Interesting that I have so much alcohol and so little food. It's like what Kafka said - "I guess I turned into a bum." But that might have been a typographical error. That's probably how it happens, though. Eventually you have nothing left to lose. (ooh did you catch the double meaning there? Like the resources we were talking about before, but then also on an existential level. Oh you did get it? You're very acute, which would make me obtuse.......geometry)
Anyhoo, I'ma go into time debt in order to catch up on my sleep inventory. This was all a very fun journey, wasn't it kids?
Well good afternoon, blog. I'm'onna nap.
In the realm of need that most of us exist within, the meaning of necessity is so definitely flexible. My current needful resources (according to my present fleeting definition) that are at my disposal are Ltd. Too -
4 hours o sleep. $3 and a bunch of change that's lying around my pockets and room. 2 cigarettes. 1 brick of cheese. 1 boxxa cereal. 1 canna soup. 1/2 gallon of milk. 1/2 gallon of ju l'orange. it's the poverty diet.
So some of those things should be more described as "needful". And probably some of them are "resources" too. But fuck off, Semantics. Language is arbitrary.
Oh, and I also have a helluva lot of whiskey, because I haven't had time to drink. That's one of those necessities you don't see in the list because I don't have it. Interesting that I have so much alcohol and so little food. It's like what Kafka said - "I guess I turned into a bum." But that might have been a typographical error. That's probably how it happens, though. Eventually you have nothing left to lose. (ooh did you catch the double meaning there? Like the resources we were talking about before, but then also on an existential level. Oh you did get it? You're very acute, which would make me obtuse.......geometry)
Anyhoo, I'ma go into time debt in order to catch up on my sleep inventory. This was all a very fun journey, wasn't it kids?
Well good afternoon, blog. I'm'onna nap.
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