Sunday, January 22, 2006

It's so hard to go on

hitting another dylan stride here, happens about every 3 or 4 days
wake up and realize there was another part of another song
that didn't really hit you a certain way until that day

good time at the cowboy collective, got W-A-S-T-E-D!
which from my experience is the meaning to all art shows
at least the ones I have been to.

is it wrong that I have been digging glen campbell lately?
I can't stop singing "galveston" or "by the time I get to phoenix" these days

".galveston..I'm so afraid of dying..."

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

"So Messed Up, I Wantcha Ya To Know..."

so I have been cast aside to the land
of public transportation...not as bad as it seems
although I do have to admit there are some fuckin
crazy people on the bus.

the first day, 6:30 am, bleary eyed and hazy
sitting next to this bag lady who keeps twitching and
repeating things to her self, I am kind of glad I couldn't hear
what she was saying for fear that it might get stuck in
my head and then I would be that guy sitting there
on the bus....er
bus driver says, "Sir, this is the end of the line...."
me sitting there in a ball, glassy eyed
just repeating "answer the telephone...answer the telephone..."

ohh and I also started a new research position downtown
at the northwestern center for medical genetics
really tall building downtown where everyone below looks like ants
and everyone inside dresses like chumps with their suit and ties

I have a confession to make, I cannot stand it when you are taking a shit and the toilet
paper roller (is there an name for this thing?) is really hard to work
with and the roll doesn't spin at all, so every time you get like
one sheet of TP at a time..BULLSHIT!.. you sit there and then
next thing you know a half an hour has passed and you
have 6 half shredded tiny pieces of TP.

I don't know if anyone ever thinks of these things
but my old roommate mike in college, and I used to talk about
this same thing, more from a cheap-ass aspect

the bathroom stalls in the union were the best,
you could take one twill of the TP roll and you could hear
that thing spinning for days. We were a bunch of cheap asses
trying not to waste too much TP so, it was our little guilty pleasure
to go in there and just use up the entire roll with one sitting
for no reason at all.

if you are on the quad and you face the union
it is the bathrooms that are just to the rightside of the
study lounge there with a bunch of leather couches

I have etched some really cheesy grateful dead lyrics
somewhere in stone in the farthest stall to the left
which robby used to write to me when he was there
on his break from classes

old school morse code

did I just dedicate a blog to TP ?

yes
yes I did

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

"pull your head out of your ass dad..there's gonna be girls there..."

well and a nice fist full of jostens to waken my day here
jeez. today hit me like a ton of glass tipped bricks
pissing right in my ocular cavity...(Reference here?)
time to enter the beginning of the end here
this just might be the hardest damn couple of months
in my entire life.

top ten things I have learned in 2005 (in no particular order)

10. Increase the font size on your web browser so that the words are all
super fucking HUGE, it makes reading so much more fun.
9. Thinking you've got everything under control and can smoke whenever you want to without consequence is fucking retarded.
8. "You should listen to your friend billy zane.." erich sprague is a pretty cool dude.
7. Arrested Development is interesting and kookie, but isn't really that funny.
6. Having a front porch is absolutely necessary to maintaining some sort of sanity.
5. Putting a couple of stupid quarters in a parking meter is a lot better than paying a $75 ticket.
4. Getting evicted blows
3. Fighting with some punk ass 14 year old grandson of my 400 year old landlady for a security deposit, is neither glamorous nor cool, but watching fask turn into a lawyer for a month and writing multiple legal letters was almost worth it. The fact those dumbasses thought they could get away with forged documents itemizing fake cleaning expenses that never happened still astounds me, well we at least got our $1500 bucks back.
2. "Sweepie" is not a dream, "Sweepie" is real, he's a real live boy now.
1. I'm 30

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