I woke up this morning and fell out of bed onto a pile of garbage I have been using as a hiding place for the past three months. I was thinking of cleaning up the mess, but then realized that I had no reason to do so. It doesn't bother me, and I have no one to impress. Then I thought about getting a job, and I'd love to say that my lack of employment has something to do with this rebel attitude about the phoniness of the man and the corruption of the big business world, but I know that I am just lazy. I just keep packing on the pounds and talking shit about everyoe I love behind their backs. I wonder sometimes why not everyone loves me, because when it comes down to it, if I'm your friend, there is still someone else you would rather hang out with at that moment. Or perhaps that's just how I feel. I like to be put in my place, but I also like to put people in their place. It depends who you are. If you are a beautiful woman, which is what you hopefully are, please tell me how wrong I am and how fucked up I am. Let me have it. Just not now. Later when I'm not busy. Which is a joke in itself, isn't it? When I wanted to write I stopped reading for fear of corruption of originality. How stupid can I be for thinking like that? I haven't read a book in forever. The last one I read might have been "From Selma to Sorrow" or else it was "Cannery Row". That book didn't get me off my ass, I'll tell you that, because of the glorification of the bum life. Gotta love it. I think that I would have a job to take a woman out, but I don't have a woman to take out, but I don't have a job to have the money to take that woman out. I stared at my cat for a little while today, wondering what it would be like to cook him. No, I'm kidding. That's the Dead Milkmen. I wondered how wonderful it must be to be a cat, but then I realized I'm not much different. I sleep, eat, sleep, eat, socialize lightly. My cat's neutered, but I think I know how he feels. Of course, he hasn't been ruined yet.
I don't know where that came from.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
House Keeping (This One is Old)
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