really?

too much drinking solo. and it's all coming up loko these days. i learned from wikipedia tonight that this shit has wormwood in it, which pretty much explains why i'm observing the world from the eyes of a slug or some other really stupid animal. too many stupid animals.

here is a list of animals that don't need to exist:
opossums are the most obvious first
skunks are also really fucking stupid and gross and just ruin everything. do they make anything better for anything except skunks? i guess the tomato soup people maybe but those guys are doing fine as long as grilled cheese exists.
cockroaches are just a bunch of gut stains.
chris nolan because of his cultural influence and he's just really loud. someone will earn an award for how loud he is which is bad for everything.
there are probably a lot more but i'm not remembering. is it really evil for humans to have a full out war against certain animals that are just gross?
i wish dodo birds still existed. i'll never stop loving reading about them as a kid.

i organized my records tonight which made me want to listen to records and drink so here i am. loving donovan. and paul simon. and the feelies. and aretha franklin. but mainly just feeling my throat burn and feeling isolated. also i pulled a muscle in my back.

i have learned over the past few days that i really like drew edmondson and not just because i know someone working for him. he really does sound like exactly like what the state needs. really, really on board. can't wait for my sticker! does it bother anyone that someone has a reeses play as their signage? it seems so high school and does not promote leadership at all. my mom thinks it is creative but she loves the disney channel and lifetime constantly. sounds too mean but that doesn't mean i'm all wrong, mom.

i steal from work. one time i took fake flowers and placed them around my room. i really love the feel of flowers in a room. and they aren't fleeting. enhance the tragedy that i feel while drinking. the large problem. scenery to a sad song.

i just went to buy cigarettes and saw flashing blue and red and decided to scope. i always am curious, call me a rubbernecker. i can't help it. some late night collision. it's the risk of the game. so many cops for a collision. i can't help but think that cops are just voyeurs for the awful. hoping to be the late man on the awful scene. but us, the creatures, it's just playing in the strange land. harpsichords strumming. fake flowers blooming. and an old cocktail ringing.

23.5 ounces of jacobian terror.

i've nearly finished my four loko: orange blend. my heart is racing and curtis mayfield is spinning. this picture should not be at the top. i'm too intoxicated to try and figure out how to make images post where you want them too. oh well. it's the story of the night.

i was ELATED to see the ad on the door of my mediocre liquor store. i had decided to get drinks because i'm on vacation sorta, or more how i'm reapplying to college so i can rub dollars between my grubbers. i knew what it meant. so i find the still wrapped cases of alcohol/caffeine drinks, with the few exceptions of pulled out beverages. one of my venders helped me pull orange out from the middle of the pack and on my way i went. now i'm quite drunk off this and another beer. it's ridiculous. can't wait for comedy sneak-ins. my throat burns. it tastes like all the copper that's being taken from tulsa schools is being put into my drink. it's like drug addicts fueling alcoholics.

in other news, i hate lines. i pretend to be okay usually, but always i'm thinking how stupid it is to be held up. i went to buy some new deodorant from the grocer because i'd given up on going to a place that had aluminum free shit, because i'm just too uncomfortable usually for that alone. so, i get some allsport or whatever, instead of my usual old spice, which incidentally was a huge mistake cuz this stuff is like a dry rub. like sandpaper. and it smells less, that could be good or bad. but then i get to the line. and a women is using coupons and they're not regestering so i'm forced to wait, because she has the right to want to save. i think it's fair but i'm still annoyed. i smiled at the woman who is behind me, who for some reason, and i never understand this, puts the little bar down for her four items. i have one item and i'm holding it. i'm still very much in front of you, and everyone else is obviously behind you. just put it down. everyone knows who goes where. we're not all buying items for six people, we're lonely people who are buying stuff for ourselves on a lonely day. stop with the obligation. and then i'm looking at the impulse buys, as if i give a shit. cuz i don't. if they had those pretzel mnms i might, but they didn't, i guess i was hoping they did. then it's lookin' at mags. then the asian man. then back to realizing i'm standing in a line for 20 minutes to buy deodorant that i'm buying just cuz i'm too weird to drive across town to get what i really want. then i had to follow some guy who had nowhere to be out of the parking lot. 1 mile and hour, fuck you. that was the one moment i actually got pissed. mainly, i'm getting at how i didn't do what i wanted (get aluminum free d-o) and i paid the price. i hate lines. i understand saving. and i feel the plight of wanting to save on your jimmy deans but i also hate being forced to really think about what i'm doing in a line i don't wanna be in. do the right thing.

recently i've been loving alan parson's project's eye in the sky. it has the old chicago bulls theme, who are now my obvious favorite team in the east. i would post some vids but i haven't figured this out enough. two posts in a day. things are looking up. and sloppy as ever. but what other style do i have.

should i get a new tooth?

should i get a new tooth? i want a new tooth but i feel like my old tooth is so much of who i appear to be? but do i like that? i'm not in love with me. but i don't hate me. then again i'm also balding. where should i start. it's like shitting in both hands and realizing you're a monkey. oh well. i think i'd like a new tooth. but then if i got a new tooth would i need a new jaw?? one time they told me if i wanted a new tooth i'd need a new jaw. i just wish i didn't rip my tooth out of my head dunking as a kid. sunday dentist is the worst. bloody and gummy. and extra toothy.

either way i like my mouth, one way it's an interesting looking story and the other it's just a normal mouth hopefully. if anyone doesn't talk to people because of their weird sideways tooth then they are just a mean person. maybe i'd look better and get nice looks from not so nice ladies. who knows. should i get a new tooth? what if the new mouth is evil though and thinks it's better than anyone else and won't touch other mouths?? hmmm.

this post contained the first picture to gavinwardnaked. this man is developing. hopefully i'll have more posts tonight on the alan parsons project, old spice/allsport/lines, and fourloco. i also hope it's all influenced by fourloco

and a totally unrelated quote: "you are an untouchable. i bow my head so that you cannot see where my eyes are directed and to deny you the joy of the flash of an exchanged look. there you are in the midst of us, like an object, surrounded by silence and ice."
- a frenchman on the occupying germans.
this made me think about eyes and power for a whole day of boring work.

this post sucks and it's your fault.

tired. hungover. and i don't want a lover. that movie 500 days of summer is pretty much just one long awkward situation. it's like going to the porno with your mum. maybe not quite but it's sweaty palms and i don't know why i thought i might want to watch a movie that reminds me how pathetic being dumped feels and how big of a loser it can make you. blargh. inglourious bastards was awesome on the other hand. already want to watch it again. back to the intellectual island that is my bed. tired. hungover. losing my wits.

fascinated that one of my dictionaries has the word madwoman but not madman. it just knows the truth about it all. wanting books on insanity. and cannibalism. and i need to learn how to make a few things. like a giant nba jam blow up. later internet.