I feel restless. some ideas for future lifestyle revisions:
1) deaf-blind socialite
2) deaf-blind socialist
3) painter
4) mr. mom
5) “American Wodehouse”/
I have to wash away the stains of yesterday and head off to hold down my desk for eight hours, but I solemnly promise to follow in the footsteps of Hagen and actually write and think and say things again, although who knows where that’s going to get me. My old plan of marrying someone rich wasn’t a bad one, although I realize now that I can’t really say in any kind of honesty that I was the one who “came up” with that plan. That doesn’t make it any less of a good idea. I need quiet time, which is good, because that’s all I’m getting.
i don’t want to talk about anything, just remind you of how fucked you are
temperature when i left house this morning: 65 and humid, light breeze from the northwest
temperature as i am preparing to leave for work, according to internet: 27 degrees (well, windchill, but fuck you)
amount of coats i wore this morning: zero
amount of sweaters i wore this morning: zero
amount of times i expect to die on way home: 1
important data
I have to get my mental bunions right and start posting more often. I never write anything anymore, not that you want to call what I was doing before Wally Lamb or anything. I require sandwiches and attention.
On to more important shit: which should I buy first, if i had money:
:: A fucked-up used car, like an old Tercel or Volvo or something
:: Some sort of fancy computer so I can get back to stealing music from the Internet
:: certificates of deposit
:: more Bob Wickman rookie cards
I am going to be in the Bay Area, June 24-28, so, people in the bay area, get loaded for bear, if you know what i mean. i am still at work. TV this.
baseballbaseballbaseball
:: The ragtop cherry-red c.1992 Geo Metro convertible with a tiny St Louis Cardinals sticker on it. You have been parked next to Ribs N Bibs for a week. Your ragtop is not in gem mint 10 condition, if your ragtop was a baseball card or Hummel figurine.
:: The Baltic Bakery. Allegedly has some issues with health code. i don’t care if there are rat droppings or even rats in the bread, the shit tastes good. Get down with Russian Rye or Bociu Duona to-night. but be careful, it might have a) rat droppings in it b) wildly uneven slices c) a random different problem d) all of the problems. but i can guarantee it won’t be more than $1.99, and you will also have no way of knowing how fresh it is until you eat it. i like that the BalBakery brings a little bit of eastern europe to everything they do, including adherence to standards of hygiene, forthcomingness in re information, nutrition, &c. 1,000 times yes.
:: just driving through a stop sign not even looking at the road. as has been said in other places, if a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. if you don’t give a shit about pedestrians or traffic laws/safety, why even bother looking? let’s be honest: one of us has more to lose, it’s me, and i’m going to do the leg work on this. you just go ahead and get down with your MacDonald’s quarter pounder/cell phone/changing a diaper/smoking weed/two cell phones and smoking/everything at once. can you spot the hidden racism (the extra-hidden racism) in that last bit. not a racist.
:: old overholt rye whiskey. turns your brain into a dry-erase board
:: toothpicks
