Other Places

The family is worrisome. Parents changing more every time I phone them, attitude changing. Brother more so. Just retreating more and more into the Internet and card games, ignoring everything and getting angry whenever he's shaken out of it. Son of a bitch won't acknowledge the rest of the home, let alone the outside world.

Not even playing WoW.

Must download more

Was down at that theatre when I realized that the party/victorious attitude that used to ascribed to college in films as been shifted to high school.

I try to tell myself that this is just a marketing move, it sells the movie to a wider base of people with money. It still bugs me though. High school has become the time when you party it up and meet all those cool people you deal with for the rest of your life, and the possibilities it entails are disturbing. College still has sex and drinking, but you're supposed to be part of the machine by then.

What I'm saying is, the best time of life no longer has legal drinking, just the joy of the most Byzantine social structure known to man and puberty. I'll stick to my borderline alcoholism, thanks.

More People Watching

I was on the bus again in earshot of some teenaged girl going over the days gossip, when I noticed that she was out of breath talking so quickly. If she was just off the street it may of made sense, but she kept up this hurried tone for 5 to 10 mintues.

We're the events so important that she had to communicate it in a way that didn't let her breathe? They didn't sound that way, just the bric-a-brac of a dramatic woman's life. It was depressing, in a way.

I have my own issues of course. There are times when I just feel violent. Not angry, per se, I just feel like attacking the strangers around me as they walk by. I have no bone to pick with them, it's just an urge. What are they called, an intrusive thought? It goes away, if with a little push from the thinking juice, but still, it's a problem.

My life is far from bad, so where is this anger coming from? Is it just frustrations from the everyday building up for the lack of outlet? Am I going to punch someone because two weeks prior someone couldn't decide between coffee and tea?

Need to get out tonight. No excuses, even if the movie theatre is looking a little dire. Go out to some loud club and troll the drunk blonds or something. My coworkers talk about their adventures and I feel like I'm going to be thrown into a volcano to please the spirits.

New Copper Taste

The tooth poker had me in a compromised position. The reason my gums bleed is because of the sharp metal bits you're shoving into them. I will give you that though, that is more blood than normal. I'm starting to think that my teeth are like the underside of an old car, protected from the elements by all dirt encrusted on them. It's too bad I can't fill the holes with toothpaste like the walls in my apartment.

The problem with fixing things is that it's rare to straight-up fix something, it usually has to be coaxed back into working. There is so much of my crap that has to be just jiggled into working, and it can be a very long process. At least it's getting to the point where none working stuff can be recycled when you just don't have time, but still...

There are parts of TV I miss, and parts I don't. If I could just rig up a constant playlist of Simpsons on the telly for a while, I think that would be great. For instance, my folks watch TLC a lot, and watching that is like having my teeth scraped. Well, better than that, there isn't quite as much whining. These young couple are annoying though. Chirst, just stop spending your money on stupid shit. Or at least expensive stupid shit.

Gotta break the conditioning, have to find the route. Where is it? Queen Victoria. Or the idea of her. Crap. Frig, she ordered around Jack the Ripper too, she'll be hard.

The problem is that I'm pretty sure you can all read me, but don't talk about it. It would be like declaring the sky is blue, useless to all but the blind, who don't understand it anyways. I try to build a wall, but the base of the skull is the hardest, it takes a little bit more concentration to cover. I wonder if it helps at all. I don't want them in my head, bait thoughts are hard to maintain, and I don't like having that rotting corpse at the top anyhow.

No more recording, I was not cut out for visual radio.

BLARG MY MUSIC IS THE ONLY GOOD MUSIC

Genie in a Bottle followed by that fucking Nickelback song about being famous. That had better be a radio, because if that's some sort of purposely mix, they've crossed over homosexuality into some bizarro-heterosexuality where they inverse their penis and have the woman...I CANT FINISH THE SHITTING METAPHOR FUCK
FUCKING SLEEP WHERE ARE YOU GO AWAY SMELLY
GODZILLA STOMPING
-carrier lost-

Feeling like a million bucks...

Severely devalued.

Damnation, the fall plague has started up and has spread like wild fire. I have enough problems stuffing my bowels back in, and now this.

Boy, I'm really up for some fiddle playing. Anyone have a boat I can borrow? The breeze here is no good at all and I need a good wind at my back.

Holy shit, donairs are awesome. I should have one soon.

Citrus Flavoured for Her Pleasure

Damn lemons, hurting my cut up mouth. Need the citrus though, I need these teeth. For teething.

Well shit, how else are you gonna get documents on a sheet? Oh, planets and shit...that isn't an overhead projector. It a space projector, or whatever. They cool.

Mike Oldfield says we don't know enough about shapes. Well, I'll show him. Cocky son of a bitch.

Exponential

After so long, you would think our race would move away from the fundamentals that govern bacteria, but this replication to the point of correction doesn't work when resources are essentially finite, especially when they are in fact people that you would rather not watch starve en masse.

Things are relatively good, with a large amount of the breeding population able to survive and breed. However, this is taken by too many to be ever-lasting, creating offspring faster than resources can be found. This mentality must be abandoned to prevent disaster.

Ugh, where the hell did that come from? Why the hell are all my intrusive thoughts this shit instead of stuff like "Peanut butter is great" or "Women are attractive"?

Damn it

Great, I get to start October going cold turkey of an addictive substance. Just fucking great. And all because someone doesn't know how to use a fax. Or book an appointment.

I need a new drug dealer. Or a scalpel. This damn lump of flesh isn't doing me any good.

At least I don't have to worry about that volunteer job, I'll have enough problems walking, let alone being charismatic.

And I'm all out of good booze too.