so this weekend is going to be epic-i know, i know, i am a living epic-and it's so exciting. to set it off right i bought prince's "1999", which is totally unnecessary until you think about how prince is the best way to get in the mood to live like time's about to run out in 20-ZERO-ZERO. it's just the state of mind and i got paid and then some, which could mean that i sell sex on the side, but it could also mean i spend time in airports drinking 4 dollar domestics watching the blue-teethes and blackberries get fresh. back on track, the weekend has begun because i bought a party album. then it continues because i'm seeing ratatat tomorrow which isn't something that gets me SUPERSTOKED CPS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Soaker) (i'll get better at making this pretty, i promise) but i've heard good things and i always like getting the yayas out. plus, i'll probably drink a lot of pomegranate vodka and XXX vitamin water. or something. pretty lights. also, i'm playing tennis. so posh. but it's really sort of depressing where i play. like a set from little children. the leaves and the clouds and mothers and me thinking about to be or not to be. then i need to make a tshirt that flashes. whatever. thursday i get to be alone. or no mother home. book clubs where she's reading books that i KNOW she doesn't like but i would (the new paul auster if you want to get all personal about it). friday starts with me going to work then leaving work for work related reasons. I MIGHT GET PIZZA OR DONUTS. i think these are the two most uplifting foods for me. i mean, there are always smiles. ate out of a trash bag of donuts last week, for the 2nd time in my life, which you should be jealous of. anyways then i get to piss off the rest of my friday. also, my psycho coworker got fired. which is good but i'm worried about her getting edmond/sherrill on me (see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Sherrill). they'd surely say i got cornered by pam, that's a frame reference you dolt. or maybe it'd just change the meaning of getting framed. ANYWAYS...i'm gonna go see lil' wayne which is the biggest news but i'm sick of this. and it loses steam because i'm a ramblin' train. but it's going to be off the hook. i can't wait to see a real event in the BOK center. tulsa is making me beyond proud, i put my face twixt her legs just at the right (uncross left) time. then maybe leon russel on saturday at quiktripfest (see: hanson). more reasons to prop tulsa. well i'm stoked. it's time to blast off. i need tires. and i'm tired. and i wanna get drunk with peeps but most likely not.
::sigh::
gall-vine
n.p. the lesser, second television album, "adventure." i want that zipup though. and a poster of it's cover.
btw i want to go to casinos and sexshows which is surely why you read this whole thing. whoevs you is.
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I was just reading an old New York Times article about "Crazy" Pat Sherrill, and it quoted neighbors as saying that he would ride around on a tandem bike, but with no one in the second seat. Wtf? When people are trying that hard to become a metaphor, we're got to get them professional help.
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