8.26.2004
These rickets are really starting to get to me
I believe that I have finally hit the pinnacle of my listlessness. This whole "not working until Thursday-Sunday" bullshit must come to and end. I'm way too prone to overanalyzing myself and my cats are sick of watching me sock-slide around my living room while jammin' out to Anything Box's "Living in Oblivion"...
I've considered pursuing a narcotics habit in order to pass the time. Although smack seems to be the most popular choice, I personally think meth would be more fitting to my personality. I do enjoy starting projects (and not finishing them or finishing them half-assed) and I think 48 hour sleepless binges would really kick my mind into high gear!
Earlier, I had the tough decision of whether or not to go to the coffee shop. Then I realized that I don't drink coffee. It makes me twitch. Plus, why go out when I have such a great selection of exotic teas right here? So I heated up a cup of Passion...a tantalizing deep red tea made from tropical flowers, exotic herbs and natural flavors. The end of this story is that I should've gotten over my agoraphobia and walked to the damn coffee shop...Passion tasted craptacular. I guess I still could go...
And although I've been feeling like a flat tire, it has allowed me the opportunity to practice incorporating jazz age slang into my vocabulary. I encourage you all to read up...we could have whole conversations that only octogenarians could understand...huzzah! So much to learn before I start raking in the heavy sugar!
Things will pick up soon. They always do. I'll be feeling like the gnat's whistle again in no time!
I've considered pursuing a narcotics habit in order to pass the time. Although smack seems to be the most popular choice, I personally think meth would be more fitting to my personality. I do enjoy starting projects (and not finishing them or finishing them half-assed) and I think 48 hour sleepless binges would really kick my mind into high gear!
Earlier, I had the tough decision of whether or not to go to the coffee shop. Then I realized that I don't drink coffee. It makes me twitch. Plus, why go out when I have such a great selection of exotic teas right here? So I heated up a cup of Passion...a tantalizing deep red tea made from tropical flowers, exotic herbs and natural flavors. The end of this story is that I should've gotten over my agoraphobia and walked to the damn coffee shop...Passion tasted craptacular. I guess I still could go...
And although I've been feeling like a flat tire, it has allowed me the opportunity to practice incorporating jazz age slang into my vocabulary. I encourage you all to read up...we could have whole conversations that only octogenarians could understand...huzzah! So much to learn before I start raking in the heavy sugar!
Things will pick up soon. They always do. I'll be feeling like the gnat's whistle again in no time!
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How funny: According to the jazz slang dictionary, a "cake-eater" is a "ladies man" while today, the term "cake boy" defines a gentleman who prefers gentlemen. I will read up and learn some def's and get back to you.
until then, you will remain the falcon, and I, The Falconer.
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until then, you will remain the falcon, and I, The Falconer.
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