9/15/09
posumeezeemsgoogleplex
I'm not insane.
Just yelling at them to not eat Marcel's food.
One almost came into my room the other night...
DUDE!
This kid is back AGAIN!
I JUSTJUST yelled at him, like...WHAT? 15 seconds ago?
I can always tell if it's an Opossum because of the sound of the way that they eat and the way that the food grinds against their teeth.
I don't hate them.
It just gives me something to do, to be honest.
Just yelling at them to not eat Marcel's food.
One almost came into my room the other night...
DUDE!
This kid is back AGAIN!
I JUSTJUST yelled at him, like...WHAT? 15 seconds ago?
I can always tell if it's an Opossum because of the sound of the way that they eat and the way that the food grinds against their teeth.
I don't hate them.
It just gives me something to do, to be honest.
9/10/09
9/08/09
9/07/09
Green Lion.
On the front porch watching the sprinklers. It reminds me of childhood...except that I'm not trying to hump bedposts and basketball poles.
Yellow Lion.
The only phone call that I got today was from an older Italian gal that comes into my work. She's really sweet. I didn't pick up the phone because I hate long conversations. She was wondering and hoping if I got enough sleep today after my horrible night last night and I did get a lot of sleep. I almost got up early but then thought to myself...ehhhh, what's the point? I do this everyday but today especially because it's Labor Day.
Wheeee!!!!
The house is quiet today and I'm peckingly watching snippets of Band of Brothers on TV - which is depressing. I never turn the thing on. I was actually considering playing a video game but I play the things once every five months or so. Now that I think about it....what do I do? I work, I stay up late and fuck around on the computer, I hang out late with Patrick and walk, rarely jog and sometimes drive around a bit?
I want to dodge bullets. I want to teach a child how to spit properly. I want to learn how to make flaming arrows. I want you to play the piano while I sing. I want to go skydiving again. I want you to take me to an arcade and the batting cages. I want to write a story with you. I want a puppy. I want to go camping. I want you to buy me a bunch of paint and for you to give me a big canvas. I want to go to another bug fair. I want to watch chimpanzees look at me looking at them look at me. I want to play the Star Wars Drinking Game. I want you to beat me in chess and to punch me in the chest.
The house is quiet today.
Wheeee!!!!
The house is quiet today and I'm peckingly watching snippets of Band of Brothers on TV - which is depressing. I never turn the thing on. I was actually considering playing a video game but I play the things once every five months or so. Now that I think about it....what do I do? I work, I stay up late and fuck around on the computer, I hang out late with Patrick and walk, rarely jog and sometimes drive around a bit?
I want to dodge bullets. I want to teach a child how to spit properly. I want to learn how to make flaming arrows. I want you to play the piano while I sing. I want to go skydiving again. I want you to take me to an arcade and the batting cages. I want to write a story with you. I want a puppy. I want to go camping. I want you to buy me a bunch of paint and for you to give me a big canvas. I want to go to another bug fair. I want to watch chimpanzees look at me looking at them look at me. I want to play the Star Wars Drinking Game. I want you to beat me in chess and to punch me in the chest.
The house is quiet today.
Red Lion.
Beezus Christ - I'm still here. Still not writing, still talking about not writing when I'm writing and still not writing the things that I should be writing.
9/04/09
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