For Rohan (maybe)

Today i had great plans of progress and production that were foiled again. This time though, they were halted in order to stop at thrift stores for fishbowls and buy a copy of Predator at WalMart for 5 bucks, a preemptive strike at tonight's what-to-do question. After getting home, i started a bath, my first bath in a long time, in order to gain quality alone time with books, cigarettes and a warmth that seems to have prematurely left the weather spectrum lately. It was a little hot at first, but all good baths are, and after settling in, I felt quite alright. I read a couple chapters of a book and decided to close my eyes for a minute, quickly falling asleep. Half sleep in a bath is a funny thing, your head resting on unforgiving porcelain, body sliding deeper into the water, every minute movement echoed audibly in splashes. Whatever though, it was nice to nap in the water. And when i finally fully woke up (after a couple false starts) I still laid and laid still for a few more minutes watching my morning (or maybe evening?) wood bounce to the beat of my pulse. Bodies are weird things aren't they? It felt like a fitting end to one's leisure time in the bathroom, but as I got up, I realized I had forgotten to actually clean myself, so a shower was necessary. I pulled the plug and turned on the shower head at the same time, and the flow raced against the drain during the entire length of the shower, finally catching up and draining the bathwater when I finished my shower. That's when I realized I didn't have a boner anymore and it felt like things were done in the bathroom for the time being.

The whole process started a little more than two hours ago, and ended five minutes ago. Stay tuned.

interweb conversations are less simplistic than i thought they'd be

losing: any signs of an enjoyable life

gaining: modest amounts of money. at least enough to pay the bills.

missing: every single gathering of friends and a lady in asia.

today i bought cookies and ice cream and put my cookies in my ice cream.

also, i'm in need of some super glue and meaningful days.

sinus headaches for a week straight. it makes me sleepy and grumpy. working too much also makes me sleepy and grumpy. gonna watch half of a movie now and then go back to work.

today i finally found Bookends on vinyl. i made a bunch in tips (enough to contribute to a limousine ride to and from blink 182) and found out i didn't have to work the 14 hour day i thought i did. it got scaled back to a good ol fashioned 9 hours which is much more tolerable given the fact that the boss bought us all a bunch of pizza. gonna go read now. just thought i should let the internet know what happened to me today.

FOR SALE:

Angry boy who wishes to be lazy. All but refuses to look for job. Rejected from blood plasma donation center. Worried about ramifications of counting on said center for extra income. Does not wish to lose all weekends to pizza delivery. "Will apply tomorrow" quickly becomes personal mantra. "Will eat burrito" quickly becomes bi-daily habit. Pending food stamps would come in handy. Possible openings as line cook could provide much needed employment experience. Can seriously make a good burrito. Already tired of the same drinks in the same yard turning everyday into the same day. Frustrated with the vast difference in scale of distances on a map as compared to distances in reality. Will now watch Major League 2 and drink Diet Mountain Dew.

Asking price-One bottle of Andre Extra Dry and a little bit of orange juice, OBO.

grrl,

you got the dick breath.

grrl,

i already miss you all the time