9.08.2004
My name's not Luca...and quit hitting me, bitch!
I've come to realize that writing in this blog sounds too much like Susan Vega's "Tom's Diner"...quite pointless, yet strangely compelling. From now on, I'll do my best to split my paragraph's with a number of "Duh duh duh da's"
So...maybe she was ahead of her time with the idea of writing songs about the boring intricatcies of everyday life. Here. I'll try it.
I was working this morning at this place down the street.
I was filling up the spice cups and making sure the boxes were in place
I notice there was this one guy who looked liked he wanted something.
And before I even noticed he had placed his book-bag down.
Duh duh duh da. Duh duh duh da. Duh duh duh da.
"It is always good to eat here" said the guy in khaki shorts
to me and my co-worker. We were taking phone orders.
And I looked to the coke cooler as he riffled through his wallet.
And I pretended not hear him. And instead I poured the milk.
Duh duh duh da. Duh duh duh da. Duh duh duh da.
Wait a minute. This isn't how it really goes. There's no milk at the pizza place! Ok. You caught me. I guess I'm not Susan Vega...I'll just have to live with that.
Here's the real scoop for today: The weather in central Texas was remarkable. I felt great. I was even able to give a genuine smile to the lady who was upset that her food arrived at her house too early. I guess she ordered food with the anticipation of being hungry...and didn't want it a minute sooner. Post-Labor day beer tasted wonderful...and I'm looking forward to the rest of the week. I received a wonderful postcard from Memphis and some fun news from New York. That's it. Unitl something else happens...I'll keep you informed.
So...maybe she was ahead of her time with the idea of writing songs about the boring intricatcies of everyday life. Here. I'll try it.
I was working this morning at this place down the street.
I was filling up the spice cups and making sure the boxes were in place
I notice there was this one guy who looked liked he wanted something.
And before I even noticed he had placed his book-bag down.
Duh duh duh da. Duh duh duh da. Duh duh duh da.
"It is always good to eat here" said the guy in khaki shorts
to me and my co-worker. We were taking phone orders.
And I looked to the coke cooler as he riffled through his wallet.
And I pretended not hear him. And instead I poured the milk.
Duh duh duh da. Duh duh duh da. Duh duh duh da.
Wait a minute. This isn't how it really goes. There's no milk at the pizza place! Ok. You caught me. I guess I'm not Susan Vega...I'll just have to live with that.
Here's the real scoop for today: The weather in central Texas was remarkable. I felt great. I was even able to give a genuine smile to the lady who was upset that her food arrived at her house too early. I guess she ordered food with the anticipation of being hungry...and didn't want it a minute sooner. Post-Labor day beer tasted wonderful...and I'm looking forward to the rest of the week. I received a wonderful postcard from Memphis and some fun news from New York. That's it. Unitl something else happens...I'll keep you informed.
