Lots of energy today. Eleven days til last day at Jimmy John's. If I stay with Home Depot long enough, I could transfer to Minnesota. That means work would be within miles of Christy. Get a master's degree, get some work, get some art, and get some love. Hosannah!
Met David Retzer last night. I don't know where Nathan gets his lecherism from. Maybe his mom. That's not really fair. David is cool. Speaking of last night, it seems Austin is the tall, bearded, tool of a mother fucker who's been dating that one punk chick I had a crush on when I first got to Normal. He was at least. Now he's a clean-shaven, Black Flag loving co-worker. He's a good enough guy. It's all for the best. There never was a situation in any respect to begin with, however. I love Christy. She loves me. All good things.
I was reminded of the large, steel box behind the western baseball field at Oak Grove today. I told James the leprechaun (from the eponymous film) lived in there. He believed that until he was 12. He also couldn't get the front door of the house open until he was 16. He's only a year younger than me - nine months as a matter of fact - but he makes me feel old.
-Later-
Had a good workout. I'm trying a new regiment. Full body. It makes more sense to me than interval days. I don't feel I'm sore enough though. Tomorrow, maybe. I will get rid of this rubbery core and be a fucking beast. If Rollins can do it, so can I. I want to be like Henry Rollins.
The sad irony is, that isn't entirely not true. BLACK FLAG!!!!
-Even Later-
No matter what I type into Google, a pornographic image is within the top twelve hits. Examples: couch, porter, bite, slap, bitch, magic, never. The only one so far that does not yield tits - level.
More sexy/nude/perverse examples:
up, yes, Wednesday, slurp (p.s. - chick eating another chick-->chick sucking a dick-->dauchsand with a 62 ounce drink), nine, sort (p.s. - two women sorting pamphlets clearly lesbians), cup (p.s. - mercifully, no defecation involved), can, Thursday (p.s. - both ass-exposed female and male), hammer, ceiling (p.s. - undulating ceiling looks like roof has an erection), grass, crush, not, knot, for (p.s. - topless homeless woman), yet, tip, ad, da, brie, something, strong, lawyer, cannot, hold, pure, free, nothing, holiday, Crispin Glover, post, ah, big, top, punt, and last but not least - obviously - yum.
The best caption I saw for a picture was for 'tree':
"There are trees we do not like."
It may be time to go to bed. But it was a day. A good day.
1 comment:
Shit I think everyone wants to be like Henry Rollins. I like how intense he gets about simple shit. I think that I get that way sometimes too. His spoken word is fantastic. I remember seeing Rollins Band on SNL when I was like 15. Rollins was wearing nothing but some speedo shorts and his bassist was inexplicably barefoot. I was afraid and confused. I remain afraid and confused. Seeya next weekend.
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