good: the parking gods are with me tonight, and therefore i am dry while it rains and rains
bad: my lungmeats are now strewn about the apartment, as i hack and hack
ugly: fucking JURY DUTY?!?!? fuck.that.
mine :
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good: the parking gods are with me tonight, and therefore i am dry while it rains and rains
bad: my lungmeats are now strewn about the apartment, as i hack and hack
ugly: fucking JURY DUTY?!?!? fuck.that.
am so sickly right now, yet loads better than i was yesterday. or even the day before, really. so lame.
my throat meats are no longer on fire, but now i get the joy of unending coughings. which means no sleep, which means i get to spend all day at work feeling run down and tired, which means i have a slow lingering sickness.
additionally, one of the meds my dr. prescribed had some wonky side-effects. yay!
please send new throat meats. k? thx, bi.
cough…
the interwebs and i are back together again:
my crush of the week is a local boy. ever since new year’s eve i’ve been flirting with an obsession over provocateur. then i come to find out the front man is from allston. not only that, i have a feeling he worked at blanchards when i lived in packard’s corner; thus resulting in me running into him on the T and continually admiring how pretty he was.
i can’t help myself, really. i fucking know that any type of relationship involving a musician is absolutely futile, i KNOW this, man! experience has taught me…and yet…and yet…
i continually find myself lusting after the musically-inclined. without fail. can he play the guitar like a devil? then i’m putty in his hands. does he have an incredibly delicious voice? then i will immediately melt into a puddle. without.fucking.fail. it’s shameful, really. i cannot imagine my life without music, cannot function without it, and thus i’m continually drawn to the ones that create it. however good or bad an idea that is.
of course, it’s always just lusting from afar. but there you go. crush of the week is — gasp — a musician. again. outstanding crush of the YEAR is of course, still running from 2007. and again, a local dude. and again a musician. sigh…
what? i can’t help it. i appreciate. of course, my COTY is totally going up on the eye candy page once i can get a truly appropriate picture of him. or drag him into a dark alley to rape his face…
anyway, back on point, this is my crush of the week. normally i don’t go for the frail, indie-chic boys…but SO CUTE! plus…just…listen…to…his…voice…
[audio:angels.mp3]and marvel that it comes out of him…
you may think that this is just a kiss
but i suggest you consider it a warning
you may think one night may be alright
but look me in the eye and say that in the morning
cuz tonight the clouds are out, yes it’s raining now
but you best be taking cover cuz soon it’s gonna be storming
and i know i want a lot, but i know what you got
and i know when something dies it means something else is forming
so i’m gonna leave here leave here leave here leave here leave here baby
and when i’m gone, all your clothes will smell like me
and so will the sheets
and all the boards on the floor in the hall will creak
and you will never get to sleep
lights flash, cars pass, you will sit
you will sit and watch through the window all night
you say that you feel nothing but consider this a warning
i’m coming, yes i’m coming, and you’re gonna feel something alright
oh i don’t know how to say this now
no i don’t know how to break it to you real slow
but if you keep moving up you’re gonna hit the top
and then there’s only one direction left to go
and i’ve played your games, they’re all the same
in that there’s never anybody winning
so you may think that this is just a kiss
but i promise this is just the beginning
so i’m gonna leave here leave here leave here leave here leave here baby
and when i’m gone, all your clothes will smell like me
and so will the sheets
and all the boards on the floor in the hall will creak
and you will never get to sleep
lights flash, cars pass, you will sit
you will sit and watch through the window all night
you say that you feel nothing but consider this a warning
i’m coming, yes i’m coming, and you’re gonna feel something alright
so consider this your destiny, consider this your fate
consider this my legacy
consider this your destiny, consider this your fate
yes, i’m leaving you my legacy
oh i got a rock if you wanna roll
it’s lean and it’s mean and it’s outta control
and it’s a one and a two and a three and a four
and a oh oh oh
when i’m gone, all your clothes will smell like me
and so will the sheets
and all the boards on the floor in the hall will creak
and you will never get to sleep
lights flash, cars pass, you will sit
you will sit and watch through the window all night
you say that you feel nothing but consider this a warning
i’m coming, yes i’m coming, and you’re gonna feel something alright
so consider this your destiny, consider this your fate
consider this my legacy
so consider this your destiny, consider this your fate
yes, i’m leaving you my legacy
this is your destiny, yes, this is your fate
this is my legacy
this is
checkmate.
today a number of dudes in the office were bitching about how they just HAVE to get their [girlfriends/wives/hookers/fiances/blow-up dolls] some/lots [presents/cards/flowers/dinners/jewelry] for VD. because all girls DEMAND that stuff.
you know, cuz they’re crazed and demented. all of them. and i’m thinking, ‘maybe you’re just dating the wrong girls.’ you know, the fucking retarded ones.
i’ve never understood the whole commotion about valentine’s. it certainly doesn’t interest me: all things pink make me vomitous, i hate flowers, and if someone dared give me an stuffed animal that gyrates and sings sappy songs in high-pitched MIDI i’d stab them in the throat. commercialized trivialization of intimate feelings…team america, FUCK YEAH!
oh well…not my bag and i don’t care, but the over-abundance of chocolate items strewn about the office is making me stabby. that and the Business Trip from Hell yesterday…i need a nap.
or a drink.
and have neither the time nor luxury for either.
le sigh.
guy with the ugly fuckin’ kid in my seat, it’s 5 fucking 30 in the morning…why in god’s name must you be an uber douche and totally fuck with my day?
the following is a list of all the ways in which you are MONUMENTALLY FUCKING WRONG:
other offenses include: constantly smacking me with your stupid, douchey elbows; being way too fucking loud at unholy o’clock; having an asshole kid that is way too fucking loud at unholy o’clock; taking my fucking seat for your god damned huge as fuck carry on bag; and generally being an epic fucking douchebag.
i hate you, i hate your kid, i hope your connecting flight goes down in flames. or you both get gonorrhea (of the ASS!).
fuck off and die, the both of you.
sincerely,
deez nutz
good: the parking gods are with me tonight, and therefore i am dry while it rains and rains bad: my lungmeats are now strewn about the apartment, as i hack and hack ugly: fucking JURY DUTY?!?!? fuck.that.
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am so sickly right now, yet loads better than i was yesterday. or even the day before, really. so lame. my throat meats are no longer on fire, but now i get the joy of unending coughings. which means no sleep, which means i get to spend all day at work feeling run down and […]
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the interwebs and i are back together again:
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my crush of the week is a local boy. ever since new year’s eve i’ve been flirting with an obsession over provocateur. then i come to find out the front man is from allston. not only that, i have a feeling he worked at blanchards when i lived in packard’s corner; thus resulting in me […]
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you may think that this is just a kiss but i suggest you consider it a warning you may think one night may be alright but look me in the eye and say that in the morning cuz tonight the clouds are out, yes it’s raining now but you best be taking cover cuz soon […]
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today a number of dudes in the office were bitching about how they just HAVE to get their [girlfriends/wives/hookers/fiances/blow-up dolls] some/lots [presents/cards/flowers/dinners/jewelry] for VD. because all girls DEMAND that stuff. you know, cuz they’re crazed and demented. all of them. and i’m thinking, ‘maybe you’re just dating the wrong girls.’ you know, the fucking retarded […]
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guy with the ugly fuckin’ kid in my seat, it’s 5 fucking 30 in the morning…why in god’s name must you be an uber douche and totally fuck with my day? the following is a list of all the ways in which you are MONUMENTALLY FUCKING WRONG: neither you nor your whiny ass kid have […]
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