06/20/04 08:10 - ID#35269
Josie's on a vacation far away . . .
My dog is looking at me like, brother, you brought this upon yourself. What a dick. But, I have it saved and will make another one with the title track being, Run, Run Away.
Such anger in this dog.
So Paul I would have loved to chill with you guys last night and today/night, but I alas I could not. And I had to work today so . . . If they had the festival on Wednesday, I'd be set.
I'm heading to Coffee and (pornos) (hey if they don't finish the phrase, I will) for a meeting of the minds. Physics baby. Physics.
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06/20/04 01:35 - ID#35268
So what's this about?
Yeah look I don't have much time because I don't know when the fucker's coming back. See, he does this. He leaves to go, who the hell knows where, but always forgets something like sunglasses which by the way scares the shit out of me because I'm like usually getting off on a pillow, or about to destroy a shoe (I don't know why I do these things, it just happens).
Oh, I should . . . um yeah, look, I finally figured out how to get on this thing. By the way, this is Billy, brian's eh-hem, stickboy's (whatever that fucking means) dog. I'm bored out of my tiny mind, so I'm going to be jumping on here everynow and then to give a dog's perspective since you humans are doing such a fantastic job with the world. (See he leaves NPR on for me when he disappears because I think he hates me, and . . . give me a minute . . . okay, well I probably know more about society than all of you put together. I'm not bragging, but have you ever listened to NPR for 12 hours straight while I'm, I mean you're, trapped in the goddamn kitchen? Yeah, well, welcome to my life.)
Oh shite, he's coming back up, I's got to go.
talk later,
-Billy
hey, should I start my own journal so he doesn't know or something? I mean he's usually rambling around the house about potential energy, high on whiskey thinking he's all deep. Bullshit I say.
Anyway, Paul, I think I met you a couple of times, I think I need to start a dlog. Get that? Funny shit. Not a blog, a dlog. HA. I'm going to lick my nuts.
Oh, well that's fucking great. Forgot about that little shit of a detail. Yeah, look at that, don't have them anymore. No nuts for the Billster . . . it's dog's life right. What an asshole.
That's it. His favorite 80's cd will now be elliminated.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
06/19/04 10:59 - ID#35267
God I Feel Better
mike, mk, jill, nice to see y'all.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
06/19/04 10:50 - ID#35266
Slighty Livid
Yet what I witnessed was true and real and I had to rub my eyes because I couldn't believe someone would have the gall.
Like I do occasionally, I road my bike (motorcycle) to Spot and parked it beside the other bikes. I went in, wrote shit, and then to my horror I saw a volvo station wagon parked within inches of my bike.
fucking inches people.
I stood there, helmet in hand eyeing the car. I then eyed those on the patio who in turned eyed me back. Talking ceased momentarily and after some banal converstion about the size of my engine on my SV, I turned to the patio and said, "Is this anyone's car?"
One lady looked at me, and I asked her directly. "Is this your car."
She said no.
I then took it a step further because I am more apt to do that these days and parking within inches of a motorcycle is like the watching the scene in which Old Yeller is about to die, over and over.
"Just so you know," I said. "Never park this close to a motorcycle." People agreed. I then added, "It's taking much effort on my part not to take my helmet and place a huge scrape along this hood." I then realized and said to the crowd, "I should go."
I was pissed. Why does that bring on so much anger? Because it's another example of people disrespecting a person's space. The irony is that on the other side of the car, there was five feet of clearance.
A word to the wise - people who ride motorcycles are not rational when it comes to themselves, or their bikes being threatened. A biker once told me that a lady once cut him off and thought nothing of it. At the next intersection, he got off his bike, and put he his boot through her headlights and then rode off, not saying a word.
When I was hit by a car, and he drove away, I ran after the kid and caught him. That's another story, but it was a situation in which I had to decide to not grab him and pull him out of the car as compared to him doing it on his own volition. It would have been jail time and very messy. Point is, when your life is threatened, you become something else.
And when you park too close to my bike, I get upset.
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06/18/04 12:27 - ID#35265
Dear Springfaerie
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06/18/04 12:25 - ID#35264
Rants . . .
Thus, it has happened again. But yet, I am not so distraught about the entry below. I am surprised at the level of comprehension I have sometimes. Anyhow, I wish more people would write fucked up drunken rants (Not that the entry below is, but you should have seen what I deleted prior to posting). Like Matthew, Terry, and Paul for example. Let's all request a fucked up drunken rant from these fine gents.
This way I will not be the one, lone, statistic.
God speed.
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06/18/04 04:11 - ID#35263
Wow . . . OKay . . .
um, I gotta get some sleep prior to physics a demain. See ya.
Paul . . . oh you . . . We's got's some scores to settle. Watch yo back my friend, s'all I's got to say. night all.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
06/17/04 07:18 - ID#35262
Go
Tonight
y'all should go regardless of age race or if you listen to Creed. Everyone has their ailments.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
06/17/04 02:16 - ID#35261
Ode to Joy II
I have the wit of a tombstone
my tolerance is that of a suburbanite
my arms are warheads and my bed beckons
while the notebook remains empty.
Now I'm hearing voices.
I'm coming don't you dare fret.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
06/16/04 03:24 - ID#35260
complacency
There was an opportunity to create your own bumper sticker in The New Yorker, sponsered by Citi or something like that. It asked simply, what do you love? and had a "I" and then a heart. It suggested, your kids, your dog? So I of course wrote I love complacency and will stick it on my car because I love irony and it will go with my current bumper sticker - Creative people must be stopped. Here tis'... I think it'll sell millions.
My life is ironic in't it.
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Words: 94
Location: Buffalo, NY
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