"We recognize the present is half as pleasant
As our nostalgia for
A past that we resented
Recast and reinvented
Until it's how we meant it"--Barnaked Ladies
"Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat."--Factotum , Charles Bukowski
Double invites to two parties in San Diego on Halloween night...one has the promise of a graveyard, a creepy old estate, comic book creators, booze and rockin' out to ska and spookieness. The other party has the promise of booze, crash space, food, friends, rock'n'rollage, and potential make out action with Glenda The Good Witch.
Hmmmm...
Can I survive another couple of months at this job and a) not have a stroke/heart attack, b) save enought moola to get ahead and move out and c) not kill every last mutherfucking one of them?
Hmmm....
What will I do on Wednesday nights after New Year's Eve? *sigh* I just don't know...perhaps I shall have to find a place with a happy hour somewhere in Long Beach now...
Hmmm...
I have two books to feed--er, finish in the next two weeks before the endeavors of November. Not enough books! Not enough time!
Hmmmm....
I need to go on a hunt I'm after you...cuz, you know I'm hungry like the wolf...
Don't know...don't ask me...
Hey! Who wants to marry a random crazy black man? Dead serious here--any takers?
As our nostalgia for
A past that we resented
Recast and reinvented
Until it's how we meant it"--Barnaked Ladies
"Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat."--
Double invites to two parties in San Diego on Halloween night...one has the promise of a graveyard, a creepy old estate, comic book creators, booze and rockin' out to ska and spookieness. The other party has the promise of booze, crash space, food, friends, rock'n'rollage, and potential make out action with Glenda The Good Witch.
Hmmmm...
Can I survive another couple of months at this job and a) not have a stroke/heart attack, b) save enought moola to get ahead and move out and c) not kill every last mutherfucking one of them?
Hmmm....
What will I do on Wednesday nights after New Year's Eve? *sigh* I just don't know...perhaps I shall have to find a place with a happy hour somewhere in Long Beach now...
Hmmm...
I have two books to feed--er, finish in the next two weeks before the endeavors of November. Not enough books! Not enough time!
Hmmmm....
I need to go on a hunt I'm after you...cuz, you know I'm hungry like the wolf...
Don't know...don't ask me...
Hey! Who wants to marry a random crazy black man? Dead serious here--any takers?