Tuesday, January 20, 2009
General Life Lesson
#1. Do not eat chili-coated baked potatoes directly before open gym.MYW at 9:27 PM
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Googly Elmo
These people just don't get me.Like, the other day I was all talkin bout Joplin, they're all like, "Janet?!" and I'm like "Naw, Scott!!!" And they just stared at me, stupefied. Retort: "Why you rockin those ruffly old nigger rags for? This new white shit is where it's at." Shit has got me seriously aggravated. Can't peoples just put on some glasses to help them see straight? Why they gotta be so myopic on the topic? Can't I write without having to justify my text like I was prepping in Pagemaker?
I seriously can't decide if I wanna live on this island any longer: I could cut my anchor and set sail for Minutia, where the fish don't mind scrutinizing their scales. Maybe there someone will get between the covers with what I have to say, read with relish.
In any case, a change of course is inevitable: I just can't seem to steer this vessel to boyfriendland, no matter how many times I spin that helm!
MYW at 5:30 PM
Saturday, January 10, 2009
2009!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
New Year's Resolutions:1. No Meat
2. Shave
3. Budget Time
4. Exercise
5. Through serious and sustained effort, rectify certain behaviors and attitudes which have proven deleterious to my happiness, pecuniary security, and well-being.
MYW at 4:44 PM
Monday, January 5, 2009
Cosmopsis
This post pushes that last vestige of my October woes off the front. Too many feelings indeed. I had quite a few of them over the holidays. I was hounded by a miasma of rosy revelry after Christmas, and in it's wake a case of Grotian paranoia overtook me some time toward the New Year. Perspective has haunted me since. Every utterance, gesture, and glance fuels a quiet storm of self-crisis, a fear of ostracism so outrageous it puts Plato's back in the playpen. As it is, I am anchored enough, but if left unchecked, this could lead to disaster!Solitude could be my enemy - perhaps I am crazy!
MYW at 7:44 PM