May 2009
24 posts
I am never going to Boston again.
I got too drunk, again.
The Feeling I Get From Airports
I’ve had this feeling for the past two weeks.
It’s like the time you spend at an airport.
You’re nowhere you can call home, and you can’t go back.
But, you’re not in motion either.
You just have to wait it out,
until something that you have absolutely no control over happens.
Or the end comes.
Dear Diary...
Until the world ends.
Dear Diary...
Let’s get drunk and fuck.
Terminator 4: Salvation
Just the right amount of GIANT-ASSED human-mangling robots.
Just the right amount of Christian Bale being ungrateful to his subordinates.
Just the right amount of schwarzenegger’s schlong. None. (But not for lack of trying.)
Just the right amount of regurgitated lines from the first two, “cleverly” slipped into conversation.
Just the right amount of Guns ‘N Roses and...
And That's What Dreams Are Made Of...
I slept til noon today, and had a dream where several of us where trapped in this gated, guarded compound (by “us” I mean Hofstra folk.) Now we had worked together a plan, to escape to freedom. By unscrewing panels behind the elevators, and crawling through tunnels, to find safety. Now everything was going fine, and we were going through the tunnels, until Pilot, and her group(which...
Jim has an addiction to riding bikes with baskets.
cosmicfriend:
He’s been sneaking out of the house to ride Izzy’s bike around the neighborhood, with a gallon of water labeled PCP in the basket. He’s been begging me to go for a ride with him, but to quote him, “The blacks don’t like it” so I think I’ll stay away. I’m just waiting to hear him come flying into the backyard ringing the bell again and then see him crash into a lawn chair.
...
Attention Grads, students, and dickheads...
I will be mostly ignoring tumblr for the next few days, because “you people” are ridiculous(Pilot). You’re all a bunch of godless drunkards, and sex-fiends. You’re upsessed with Joose, PBR, being blood-brothers, transmitting AIDS, and video chatting while in the same room. But mostly, I miss you all, and I’m going to be sad about the fun I’m not having with you.
I'm hoping for a nightmare tonight.
Not the sad kind, I want the scary kind. It’s dead here, everyone is gone, asleep, or too busy. And I need some thrills that are going to feel real. I want to be afraid, terrified, I want to want the dream to end. Werewolves, walls that reach out and try to kill you, 40 foot dinosaurs that you have no chance of outrunning, and the slimmest chance of hiding from them, soldiers, gunfire, or...
so far today
synecdoche:
I’ve drank joose and started a record label called “Fat Man Runnin Records” with Jake Day. Only signed artists are John Wilkes’ Tooth and Jesus & the Goddamned Koran.
Why am I always missing the Joosing? I really need my fix. I need my Joose, its like my crank, or like my crank 2.
Made a fort in the room.
It was wicked, forts are awesome for totally different reasons when you’re in college. Especially when you’ve got an amazing friend or two to hang out in it with you. Multiple rooms, and toy raptors. Fantastic.
I didn't mean to do that.
I saw the worst come out in 7 people tonight. And the best in 3. One of the 3 just knew enough to stay the Hell away, and that’s why they’re on the list. What the Hell hapened to all of us?
Shit show.
That is all.
OH!
Wearing a mustache. That’s what it was.
DOES NOT MAKE SENSE
Now, first off, I am really psyched about Chron Prom, you all have no idea. But is it weird that I feel like there is something better I could be doing, something I can’t quite put my finger on? I dunno. This is strange, maybe It’ll go away after a few drinks, and maybe I’ll just fall asleep when I get back at 11. I think my brain is drifting farther from reality, the closer I...
Why is it that everytime something interesting comes along, there’s a deadline. There’s a place I’ve got to go, and it’s hundreds of miles away. I think I was born an unwilling nomad. New York, Connecticut, Hempstead, Rhode Island, the future. Everthing has an end, and it’s far too soon. Everyone is leaving, I’m leaving everyone else. There’s no balance...
Oh Jesus, C'mon! Really?! →
dontcookbilly:
There’s a World Superhero Registry for people who think they are REALLY superheroes.
I looked into this seriously about a year ago. I don’t qualify. For one there’s the whole BEING a super-hero thing. Then there’s the costumes… look at those costumes. No pizazz. No practicality. Not epic. Not terrifying. Everyone’s wearing paintball gear hanging off of...
