Friday, December 22, 2006

im going to bring up the idea of kids with every girl i meet -
it's starting to become comical, i think, how every girl i date ends up telling me one time or another that they practically abhor the thought of having kids, that they'd never have kids, that they're scared of birth or wasted life or SOMETHING
and though i agree with all of them
i just think it's silly

looking at dasha's father, who we shall call papus (his real name is vasily yeltsin bulatov, in russian culture your middle name is your father's favorite soverign, in this case, boris yeltsin), and reading his goddamn livejournal with tags of "i am apathetic" and "i don't exist", i can't help but feel sad for all the papuses out there who feel this way, and how great their lives could've been if only they didn't take a break for their kids

that's not what i meant to say, i'm just joking, well, half-joking anyway. my own father seems terribly depressed all the time, mystic murmurs of how he should've bet on the cardinals (the world series ended months ago, christ), forlorn mentioning of how he's going to strike it big in real estate, it's all quite uplifting
when i'm 50 will i be just as depressed?

NOPE!

i'm going to be a great dancer and my films will do okay i think. i'm going to do coke and jump off a building and have my girlfriend, saxophone jones, have her ampersands and bass clefs fly out and act as puffy clouds of safety for the long ride home
oh dirty maggie mae

if i told you that you were my whole note, would you hold me for four beats?
no? i'm only a sixteenth note in your book? that's okay,
as long as we can still have those daquiris in the morning

"GEORGE! stop! (laughs)" - on me attempting to down nine hundred screwdrivers at 2 in the afternoon

i drank too much water today. my head is dizzy and my stomach is exploding. in some circles (or so i have read) people die from drinking too much water, usually in cases where teenagers are too stupid to know how water reacts to ecstasy usage. my junior year history teacher told me that in some parts of the world people use water torture as an interrogation device, pumping people with water until they feel like they'll explode, and some do, if they don't cave in, but the others, the weak minded, the ones that care if they live, will give in and TALK, little do they know
water keeps on pumping

floaty floaty
sorry for the lack of adequate entries, i've been spacing out the past two weeks. i saw jordan and that was nice, he's from the seventies. i absolutely adore this character i am in my jumbled writings, he's a dear.

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