I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Monday, December 30, 2002
I have something(s) to tell you...
I curse IKEA for what it does to my girlfriend.
Please cry me a river. I can't get that stupid
Justin Timberlake song out of my head even
though I've only heard it reluctantly in the last month.
New Years Eve means more work for me.
I hate car insurance. I'm scared of cops right now.
I have a new record player and am playing Perry Como.
Does that make me hip, or a complete, fucking idiot?
Should I post a picture of myself on this site? I'd be scared to do it.
Have you scrolled down to my links and talked to my new-and -improved-gothic-Hives-lead-singer-robot?
I'm going to play Castle Risk tonight.
And I'm gay.
Thank you for your support.
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Dude, the Hives are like the best live band ever... we should go see them. This entry is funny.
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