in my purview at this VERY moment:
member's mark paper towel roll, still in plastic
doral cigarette pack
samsang phone box
a large manilla envelope with the words "Do Not Bend, Photos Inside" written upon it with magic marker
a vacuum cleaner, cord outstretched and plugged in to the far wall
an open suitcase with a sleeping cat inside
a cardboard box with the front cut out, except for one small flap emblazoned with "Dagny C. Lincoln"
a blue beanbag with daisies on it
a broom
kira
an LG air conditioner
now Henry
a bottle of blood pressure pills
three windows
a box of checks
my long-running piece of shit website
and six ibuprofen...
oh wait, i don't see those ibuprofen anymore
July 2007 Archives
i really do have to contort my psyche to feel comfortable in some of these situations. But then, that's why i make some of the efforts i make. still, it would be nice to have that sense of "damn, it feels good to be a gangsta"...the ease and delight of belonging where you are, of doing what you love.
ten thousand m p h i'm rollin' down my own highway, maintaining precarious control...
four distinct mountains i'm climbing simultaneousness.
mixed metaphors? fukkit.
ten seconds to lift off.
the arbitron ratings are off the chizzain.
preternatural
i hate today. five more minutes until it's over.
I like to say "You popped my balloon."
It is a saying that I enjoy due to it's ability to accurately describe the feeling of deflation that I can feel when someone urinates on something I'm excited about. Once the balloon is popped, it can't be blown up again. It's just ruined.
Honestly now, I do not live or work in a balloon factory. Balloons, it seems, exist somewhere far away. Perhaps the other side of the earth. It is a rare occasion indeed when a balloon appears in front of me. So when I am in possession of a balloon, I'm all about it! Wee!! A balloon!
I believe those that are near to me should appreciate the fact that I have a balloon and take care not to pop it. They should also take great care not to physically urinate on me while I am in a good mood.
i am evil knievel.
i will be ditching this drupal cms software later this summer when the open source version of MT4 comes online for download. Honestly, Drupal is shit. This is why you only get one line updates from me once a week. I'm looking forward to the new implementation. Just hope it arrives before Isabel does!
oh, fuck me. i really am just beyond all tonight. just want to take a giant Mr. Clean eraser to my life.
i am displeased with so much, and pleased with so little. a valid assessment reveals a proper question: "what the fuck, dude?"
