Thursday, December 11, 2003

tempus fugitive 8:37:46 PM    comment []

sometimes I barely exist I thrust my fist against the mist my chance to live erased against time flies when your'e always dying to drive into brick walls and lonely halls call my name is worn outside I scream alive and kicking wishing pissing into the windows of souls to sell oh well 7:31:36 PM    comment []

Eurika!!! The mystery of the suffocating fire place has been solved!  Just a few days ago I shared with you how my perfect romantic evening was ruined when my fireplace belched so much smoke into the living room that my date and I looked like Al Jolson impersonators, and the furniture smelled like smoked bacon for the next 72 hours. Now, to solve this mystery we have to go back to my last relationship with LM, who appears in and posts on this blog from time to time.  When LM first moved in with me a few months ago, she brought with her a very nervous cat named Koa.   Being afraid of a new environment, KOA would hide in various places around the house to deal with his anxiety.  One of Koa's favorite places to hide was up in the chimney.  This would have been fine, except that after Koa had hidden in the chimney, he would be covered in black soot which he would track around the house.  Very unpleasant indeed.  (And I'm sure a coat of soot is not an ideal thing for a cat's health). So anyway, to fix the problem of the soot stained cat, LM constructed a fireplace blocker out of wood and bundled up newspaper.  With the chimney blocked, Koa hid in other places, like dresser drawers. I think I even recall LM saying, "we'll just have to make sure to take this out before we light a fire this winter." Alas, the cat blocker survived into the year's final month, while me and LM did not. (p.s. I would have supplied a fresh and more appropos picture, but I can't figure out how to get my pictures from my godamn new camera to the blog.) (see, that was a cute story that didn't hurt anyone's feelings or involve drugs, or alcohol, or casual sex.) 7:26:13 PM    comment []

little voices   Sometimes I feel trapped inside of the stupidest life in the stupidest town in the world.  Why don't you just leave? a little voice inside my head asks. Because I'd feel bad about leaving my little girl behind, another voice says. Then why did you start a family here? the first little voice wants to know. Because I fell in love with a beautiful, sexy, funny woman and  I thought we would be happy together for the rest of our lives, the second voice says. Why did you leave her? the first voice says. I didn't leave her.  She left me when I slept with her best friend.  And I slept with her best friend after she became fat, and kept talking like Elvis and farting all the time. Well, why don't you get a better job and make more money so you can live in a nicer place and travel? the first voice goes on. Because I'm not interested in anything anymore, and I'm sick of going to school. Why don't you go to a psychiatrist so you can get interested in things again? Because a psychiatrist costs at least $100 an hour. Why don't you get the money from your dad? Because I'm sick of getting money from my dad. Why don't you kill yourself then? I would but I'm really squeamish about blood and I'm really afraid of death. Well, that answers it, the first little voice says. Answers what? The second voice says. It answers why you have the stupidest life in the stupidest town in the world. Oh, right. Hey, how about getting out of here and getting a drink? the first little voice says. You must have been reading my mind, says the second little voice. (from Beautiful Loser, 2002)   5:14:27 PM    comment []

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