but i love watching my views go up up up...vanity? boredom? monkies?

I recently got back from a delightful time in the NYC metro area...

Excerpt from conversation with random soon-to-be inlaw at my sister's engagement party:

Old guy(uncle of my sister's betrothed an'shit): So what did you study in school?

Me: Psychology and Linguistics.

Old guy: So, are you working at mcdonalds or burger king?

Me: Actually i work as a life skills trainer for Developmentally disabled adults. Who knows, maybe one day i could be taking care of you.

I'm an ass.

That is all.

and just like that I'm off to NYC for some family fun after a long night of interpol and dancing, dancing, dancing...

Later my little monkies!

ps: that type on my last post was rediculously big, i should have previewed it...i apologize

like, paintings and stuff?

also i think that monkeys, if placed properly in an array of some kind could constitute art...

I believe that anything, if looked at in a detatched manner, can thought of as art...

example: one of the consumers i work with storms into my office in a way that is visually entertaining, she is carrying an aquarium that is full of fish and water and smashes it against a wall to display anger...this, to me is amazing and internally i think of how neat a smashing fish tank looks and wish that we were on a spaceship with low gravity so that the water and fish would not have to part...

this reaction is a part of my mind that judges event purely on the spatial composition of what my eyes see...


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PS: I think organized religion is a ready made salad in the supermarket of life.

say things during conversation just to entertain themselves, such as throwing in lines about fucking goats and that fucking a goat is actually preferable when compared to fucking a woman/man, because you won't have to worry about calling them too soon or too late afterwards...the only problem with having sex with a goat is the lack of cuddling afterwards. goats, though they are quite passionate, are not the sentimental creatures we hope them to be, and i think that if you are looking for a cuddler you may be more of a sheep person...

are there any other animals that "make love" to animals outside of their own species or are humans the only ones? If we are the only animals that do, does it make us smarter for exploiting other resources with which to "make it"? maybe that's a hidden reason for animal domestication? easy lays on the lonely farm?

it must have been hard to have been an "old timey" farmer guy. I mean, with the getting up wicked fucking early and making sure your daughters aren't you know, "getting it on" with hank the non-threatening but still attractive farm hand. also, chickens smell fucking horrible and if you were any type of farmer (at least in olden times) you'd have to have a mighty big chicken coop and the best location for a chicken coop is by the farmhouse so you can hear muhfuckin' chicken rustlers of all types (wolves, snakes, cousin Zeke the chicken-fucker, etc.). Not to mention that if you grow lots of crap you gotta go sell it to someone when you could as easily be just sleeping or "making it" with a goat.

I hope everyone had a good president's day!

Even when I had a girlfriend during this awesome consumer circle jerk, I was always against being forced into a romantic evening along with millions of other easily manipulated schmucks. It's tragic when you think of all the shitty, annoying relationships that get prolonged by an infusion of poor quality chocolates and ill conceived flower bouquets. Ads on TV shouting "Better get her something shiny!" you don't want to be forced to masturbate this valentine's day, you pathetic sap. If you need a card company or a heartshaped gold pendant with a diamond (that some poor bastard had to dig for in south africa) to save your relationship, you are fucked up in the firstplace.

When the assault of the color pink and sappy love songs gives way to the kelly green and the perpetuation of cultural stereotypes that is st. Patrick's day, i shall rejoice.

until then i remain,
Jonathan M. Simon