January 2010
I don't know what's wrong with me,
But I’m getting clumsier each day. Yesterday I broke my roommmate’s teapot, and today I knocked over a box of shovels on my way into the grocery store. Then I hit a man in the head with my carton of milk.
See? This is why I should become a morbidly obese shut-in. That way I can only hurt myself and destroy my own belongings.
I really want to watch some Three’s Company right...
This may be the first time
That I’m conflicted about moving. I have always been excited about moving to a new place. Often because I can’t wait to get out of whatever situation I’m in.
Right now, I’m super excited about having my own place, all alone, so I can revel in my own filth. Meaning I can eat all the sunflower seeds I want, without anyone coming in and discovering my shameful habit. If I had...
Gah! It's already starting!
FU, Matthew Fox!
-“Last fall, he told British late-night talk show host Jonathan Ross, “It’s going to end with a very specific image … I know what that image is.”-
My guess-the first shot of the show of his eye opening.
And now I’m angry. Please trick me, Lost!
This morning's epic subway ride: Speed 4: Still
You’re stuck on a subway car in between stations without electricity. There’s a homeless man coughing up his lungs from tuberculosis. An incredulous Pakistani youth is repeating the phrase “This is insane” over and over. Suddenly your a.m. coffee kicks in. What do you do? What do you do?!!!
“Man, wow, there’s so many things to do, so many things to write! How to...”
– Dean Moriarty
On The Road,
Jack Kerouac
