Sunday, December 07, 2003

great hair I wanted to take a picture of the girl on the left (also at the Emerald) because she had such great looking hair. She only would pose if her friend was in the picture too. So there you are! 9:24:06 PM    comment []

not jack kerouac This hobo has been around for years and years.  I used to think he had kind of a cool hobo look.  He looked kind of like I imagined Jack Kerouac would have in his waning, alcoholic years (which he lived in St. Petersburg, I might add). But when I talked to the guy, he didn't really have much to say and he wasn't a great alcoholic writer or anything.  He was just a hobo. Recently, it seems like this guy has reached the final stages of his journey of self abuse.  Last night, his head was kind of rattling on his shoulders and he didn't say  a word or interact with anyone at all.  His soul is like a sinking island.  Sheppard Fairy fans will appreciate the Giant visage managing to propogate itself some more over the shoulder of this guy. 9:19:06 PM    comment []

drink up This painting was looming over me as I was having drinks with my date last night at the Emerald.  I kind of like it.  I'm sure its some sort of ironic comment of alcoholism.  But I wouldn't mind popping open a beer next to it every night. I especially like the little skeleton baybe.  The offspring of drunkenness no doubt. 9:03:54 PM    comment []

And there's the little demons dilvering the poison. 9:02:19 PM    comment []

the perfect romantic evening I thought I had the perfect romantic evening set up last night (conditions to get laid).  I bought some firewood from publix and some of those little artificial starter logs, so I could have a nice, warm crackling fire on demand.  Then I also got a bottle of Korbel champagne which I put in the fridge. So after getting pretty buzzed with my date downtown, I took her home and put my romantic evening into action.  I lit the starter logs, and they worked perfectly.  Within moments I had my nice crackling fire.  Then I popped the bottle of Korbel and poured us both a couple of glasses.  Before you know it, we were making out on the couch, sailing smoothly towards the island of sex.  But then after a while, my date started complaining that there was too much smoke in the room. "Don't worry about it," I said.  "A little bit of smoke never hurt anyone."  So we made out some more. "My eyes are burning," my date said.  "I think you need to do something with that fire." "Let's just go back to the bedroom if its bothering you."    12:03:35 PM    comment []

So we went back to the bedroom, and I did my best to captain us toward the wonderful island of sex.  The mountains and the lagoons of the island were starting to come into view and I set a final course for shore. "My God.  I think the house is going to burn down," my date said.  "You better put that fire out." It did seem awfully smoky in the room, so I got up to check on the fire.  When I went out in the living room, it was like some sort of open pit bar-b-que.  Black smoke was pouring up the front side of the fire place. "Oh crap," I said.  I went to the kitchen and grabbed a big pan and poured water in it.  Then I went back to the fire place and poured it on the roaring fire.  This doused the flames, but it sent much heavier black smoke billowing through the living room.   My fire alarm went off just to aggravate me further, so I jumped up and ripped it off the wall. I went back to the bedroom and tried to set my course back to the island of sex.  I actually landed their briefly, but when I looked down at my date she was gritting her teeth and holding her head to the side like she was being molested by the school janitor.  And then the smoke kept coming through the door. "You didn't put that fire out," she said.  I got up again and went to the living room.  It looked like the final moments of a Great White concert.  I started to worry that the neighbors would call the fire department. Just as I thought that I heard people talking outside my front door.  I went to my front door and opened it.  There were two dudes on my sidewalk. "Hey, what are you--?"  Then I realized I was naked with my dick hanging out.  I closed the door.  I think it was my neighbor who I think is gay.  He was probably seeing some fellow off to his car.  I guess, I was just an extra, last minute treat. I came back inside and my date was pouring water from my coffee pot on the fire.  She poured pot after pot of water until it was out. "You've got to be persistent if you want to put out a fire," she said. "Yeah, I guess so," I said. 12:02:21 PM    comment []

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