Rowing, but still going down with the ship!
Current mood:
crushed So here I am sitting on dan's bed room floor typing on his computer key borad proped on my smelly feet and thinking to myself, FUCK!!!!!! MAN!!!!!! I'm riding on this boat and I'll be damned if it isn't already all the fuckin' way underwater?! "I've got to get something nice to wear to work out cause there are a lot of hot girls down there..." and then I ate a cheese burger and played with my chewbacca spinning top.I can't seem to float to the top of the water, I'm just sitting in the ship rowing like a mutherfucker, and then once and a whiel i think i see other boast passing and I thing damn there it is I'll just reach out and get a ride, but I'll be damned if all the other boast aren't under water too. One person tells me that the way to surface is to walk on an oval sidewalk until all your skin falls off and then you'll bob up to the surface where you will be received with open arms and you can become a super model or a lap dancer. So on ocasion I walk on the oval, but I haven't risen out of my seat on the ship. Others toute the benefits of da' christus oh how I am blessed with the gift of shame for all the shit i am in this world, he will still lift me up...I, no question, enjoy the company of my doubt over the hand of the christus. The boy about 16 feet from me like to be moved around by mary jane, but doesn't push it on anyone, fair play to him. There is a guy who shit himself down stairs right now and I can imagine, if not see that he is floating, he even has one of those nice rafts not the ones that get a puncture after you use it once, but one of those fancy ones you can get in the sharper image that is like a lawn chair and raft togther. The ship has a lot of problems, but that shouldn't be of any concern to me I shoudl still drift away from it, still let go and catch the current, but some how i can't, i keep holding on steadfast to this thing that is so long gone, how did I end up so fucked you may ask...I've been wondering that myself.
good night and good luck.
Currently reading:
The New York Dolls: Too Much Too Soon
with comments:
From Merlot:
The guy who shit himself has a better raft than you? WTF? Become a pirate with me screw this we will get our own yacht.
ARGH!
From a now unknown source:
Hi E.
loved it.
you're not fucked up.
your boast is not sinking.
the world is rising around you.
you are stationary.
you can choose
to move.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
AVAG CO BEP SIG
Current mood:
restless Hello all,
I figure as i skoot around here on the web late nightish at work that I would drop myself a line. Everyone is out of town at a big conference so I am working over time, which is both good and bad. I keep hearting this persistant ticking, what the fuck that is I'll never know. Walter is vaccuuming in the hall and my other boss is skooting around in the background here far beyond her hours as well, althouth she is doing something more work related than I am. I'm not in much of a funk at the moment, although I'm not sure if that is because I'm not feelin a funk or if that is because I am so damned tired. Last night I didn't even make it through the simpsons and I woke up at like 4:30 in the morning to all the lights and the tv on. YECHT! I really don't mind working more hours, it will be nice to have the overtime and it will make me appreciate the break all the more. So with all that said or the lack of all that said I'm off to freez my bad self in this damnedable weather... at least the other night when it was snowing the nihgt held a sense of beauty and wasn't so damned cold!
Eh, whatever.
Currently listening:
Beyond Skin
By Nitin Sawhney
and one more...
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
HEY ... not just for horses anymore!
Current mood:eh
Damn my upper lip is chapped :( it is really driving me nuts. I really have not much if anything to say about what's what and who's who. To be fair I probibly shouldn't even be at work anymore, but the girl can't help herself, 'wasting away again in snackeritaville, lookin for my lost wrapper of gelt' really and they say I have too much time on my hands, it is more like south of that, ah wee, ah sigh, the freddy has landed in theory so I should collect myself and journey out into the night for all the festivities shall begin in the not to distant future.
So long from the cold shallow start that is our sun.
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