Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Fat Free Milk...
would like your help...
Need to tell me a story (or as many as you want) about a wild and crazy night involving drunkenness and a/or w/ members of the opposite sex. Tell me what you drank, what was the deal and why it was so memorable to you and - did you ever see the person afterwards?
Basically. Drunk story. Date or otherwise involving a guy or girl.
By responding to this, this means that you absolve all ownership of this particular embarrassing moment of your past for ME TO USE and to give you NO CREDIT. This might wind up in a story. I will become rich. You will die poor.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 12:53 AM
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Thursday, August 25, 2005
William Shatner's Nights Will Always Be More Boring Than Mine Even Though He Lives In Outerspace...
I catch myself, sometimes, thumping my fist aginst the desk to a rythym that, if not produced from speakers come from within my own head - which is fine, just as long as the shit's catchy. People might think that I'm angry, though...which is okay because I'm a third angry all of the time anyway, with another third...cloudy-wishy-washy, and the other third...vacant.
I'm nodding my head up and down right now. The world is asleep. When I want to talk to people and to go out - everybody's always very, very, far away from me. And then, sometimes when I am out - all I get from everybody else is primal, fecal throwing. Which is better than nothing, but still stinks all the same.
For every minute that I'm bored out of my fucking mind tomorrow at work - I will trade that for two minutes worth of equal time when I get off and go bat-shit-crazy. I will be out and about because it will Thursday. I will be glad to not be working. I will be glad to think about...being glad.
I am the luckiest person in the whole world right now because I am me right here and you will never know what it's like because you suck, or are asleep. or grounded, or narrow-mindedly poo-headed, or on a spaceship, or a communist, or a Republican.
The great thing about tomorrow - besides not spell-checking this...
The GREATEST thing about tomorrow will be................
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 1:46 AM
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Satisfyingly Dichotomous itunes...
for making me not further contribute to the great american novel. Instead of telling you about the further adventures of Jem, Scout and Boo Radley, instead of telling you about what Holden Caulfield did after the loony bin, instead of telling you about Payne and what he did after working for the Los Angeles Times, instead of telling you about what Tony, Chris, Kevin and Joel did after that horrible road trip, instead of telling you if the guy and girl's dating experiment worked or gave them further reason to avoid bars and alcohol, instead of telling you about Beezus killing Romona, instead of telling you about Hermione's muggle-born punk rock, drug-addicted children, instead of telling you about Chinaski snorting blow off of the breasts of Sophia Loren, instead of telling you about Ender Wiggin waking up and realizing it was all a dream right before his first visit from Col. Graff, instead of telling you about the same poison that killed Romeo, Juliet and Hamlet's mom, Instead of telling you about the penis ring of Sauron's, instead of telling you about Eliza Doolittle eventually getting Alzheimers, instead of telling you about The Old Man coming home and then going down to the local A&P and just buying an 8 oz. filet of shark, instead of telling you about Tom Sawyer writing under the pseudonym : Samuel Clemens, instead of telling you if Pennywise The Clown ever came back to the town of Derry, Maine, instead of telling you if the prince found the princess, instead of telling you if the bee found the honey, the fly found the shit, A found the Z, Ying found the Yang, if William The poker player found the Tell, if Norman found the Fell, and if the money inevitably made it back into Akbar the store owner's till.
Satisfyingly Dichotomous itunes...
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 12:04 AM
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
No Amount Of Looking Around The Room...
will provide enough inspiration to warrant me spending more than five minutes writing on this thing. Okay. That's it. More like 30 seconds.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Things That Make Me Happy In 2005 So Far...
Remembering things that I've forgotten that I liked
Spider The Cat
Getting rid of stuff that used to be important to me - but is now...clutter
Getting drunk and shooting arrows in the backyard over with friends
Friends moving close
receiving books and skull head keychains in the mail
wearing ties to work. really? No. I'll scrap that.
shoot the moon
shut the box
singing out loud regardless if anybody's home
making my girlfriend laugh all of the time, even when she's tired and telling me to leave her alone and that she's trying to sleep
cleaning out my desk
visits from my sister
ending this so that I can tell Chris on the phone about the Darth Vader mask that he's going to buy for a crapload of money because he's an even bigger nerd than I am...
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 8:06 PM
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
I'm kind of nuts sometimes. I get in these moods where I decide to be bad and just start drinking through self-created bouts of madness. When I was playing poker with the guys the other night, I decided that I was totally bored and so I brought vodka. Ummm...hmmm...that's interesting. Vodka? I don't like vodka. When everybody asked me what I was drinking, I said, "Red Bull and Vodka". When they asked why I told them that I was bored. Hmphff. Okay. Bored. You're playing poker. Bored? Weird's more like it.
Yesterday was Bukowski's birthday so I decided to get really drunk. Made sense to me. It still makes sense to me, actually. Bukowski's birthday! I got pretty darn drunk too, I guess, In honor of ol' Hank Charles -
I also did wake up this morning, forgetting that I had shaved my head down to stubble at my friend's house. I had a mohawk for a while too last night and I DO remember being bummed out that I couldn't keep it.
So. Now my head is cold.
I think I need to calm down when I get home. Watch a movie or something. Sort some comic books. Eat some sushi. Drink some water. Calm down.
This week isn't even half over yet
and I've already lost my money
and my friggin' hair.
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 3:39 PM
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
Half Pepperoni, Half Baby's Breath And Some Sides Of Ranch Dressing Please...
So, if I, coming home from work late last night, considered getting the girlfriend flowers as a surprise - but opted instead to get her some frozen french bread pizzas - does this mean that I am totally unromantic or just that I know my girlfriend way too well?
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 12:33 PM
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Tonight, I will be drinking with such powerful ferocity that my eyeballs will implode into my skull. The police will come inevitably. They'll try to catch me, but I'll be hard to contain because I'll be blind and bumping into things. I'll also be slippery because of all of the blood. By the time that I read this later tonight. It will be late, I'll be tired, my girlfriend will be mad at me, I"ll be hungry and I'll be cursing the soon-to-come bartending shift.
But. I'm here. Right now. Ready to go.
Ready for my one shot.
Let's go hurt ourselves.
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 7:47 PM
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Why Take My Peter Jennings When There's Always Your Tucker Carlson and Bill O'Reilly?
I told my boss today to expect me coming into the office limping more than usual.
She asked why, and I told her that I was starting to skateboard by myself again.
She asked why, and I told her that I was getting older and lazier and that I felt-
Do you think you're getting fat, she asked?
Ummm...no, I said.
So does this mean that my emerging beer gut is now noticeable?
And does this mean that I have to sit up straighter in my chair?
On the other hand, this weekend I was dropping off the rent check and skated to my landlords house. Some friends just bought a house right by ours so I asked Chris, one of the guys that was moving into the house if he needed any help when I saw him getting ready to unload a mattress off of his truck.
He said no thanks, and then stopped and realized that it was me and laughed because he thought that I was some sketer kid asking him to help and thought that that was a bit strange.
I laughed at that too. It reminded me of about a couple of years ago skating some steps with Ian downtown. An older man came out of the office building and started to yell at us,
"I've told you before to get out of here!"
I almost stopped to tell him that I'd never been there before but didn't when I realized that he didn't know how old I was and that to him I looked no different than a 14 year old. In his eyes we were all destructive, rude little punks anyway.
Which I am.
So. Anyway. I am feeling lethargic, but might not yet look as old as I feel. Yet.
But I do want to be able to see dirt in my belly button again.
We can't all be Jabba The Hutt, you know.
He was fortunate enough to have cackling Salacious Crumb around to pick him clean.
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 10:45 PM
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
This is what I do when I sit down in this chair, right here, right by the light, on top of the desk, y' know that thing that holds all of the stuff that you do things on. Things like writing about things? It's full of a bunch of things too. There's, like little things in one of the little drawers and bigger things in some of the bigger drawers. Sometimes I've put things that don't really fit in the little drawer and I mutter curses as I try to open the little drawer
my girlfriend just asked me WHAT ARE YOU TYPING?
Like an arrow in a newborn baby's heart
now i'm going to watch MTV to see if Danny from The Real World will go back to Austin after burying his dead mom and start to schtup Melinda, the hot dummy-head that he lives with.
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 9:12 PM
Saturday, August 06, 2005
My 30 is equivalent to your 80...
I went through an old box of writing from jr. high to 94/95.
I went through about half of it before I just gave up and decided that some things in dusty boxes are a pure joy to re-remember, but there's also an aspect of it that it sad. Sad in the sense that you've wasted a lot of time with your family and that you should've been a better corresponder. It's a kick though, to see some good, quality stuff that you wrote way back a million years ago.
Writing on a blog is not what that little boy from a long time ago would've expected to be doing in 05'. But, little boy would've been fucking floored that you could write something, and then have people instantly read it.
I can hear the trees sneezing tonight. Bless you.
I can hear nothing but Jack Kerouac reading something on my itunes and the hum of the air conditioner.
Spike Jones is on now, and I must end this. Nobody, and I mean, nobody can write while Spike Jones is on in the background.
Boy, man or sneezing tree...
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
My Swiss-Army Knife...
All I care about is going to the comic book store after work today.
Oh, and calling my mother. I havent talked to her, in like, a year or two.
I have to, after seeing the Danny guy from The Real World crying after his mom kicked the bucket last night.
Yes, I watch bad television.
Yes, that gives me guilt.
Now, is it the quality of the television that I'm watching make me feel guilty or is the guilt inspired by the subject matter of the bad television that I'm watching?
I don't know. Forget it.
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 12:53 PM
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Brewed With The Finest Ingredients For A Smooth Refreshing Light Taste...
I think I'm waking up.
I feel like I've been asleep for a month
but without the reinvigorating benefits.
Posted by Fat Free Milk at 11:23 PM