"Little Hands" (Duncan Sheik)
Some sweet perversion
On the telephone line
I've been waiting for such a very long time
For her to be free
The evening was nice
But there were too many people
And all my thoughts so depraved and evil
Oh lord what would she say
(she says:) I'm afraid it's not to be
You're a sweet guy but you ain't for me
I live my life in a different way
You know those things you're thinking
Are a big mistake
We stayed out late 'til morning came
I said "I'll take you home
If its all the same"
Her indifference fills the room
Some weak seduction on the morning after
How it slays me every time I touch her
But she just wants to sleep
(she says:) How long 'til you understand
The last thing that I need is another man
Didn't you promise to give it a rest
Right now I need a lover
Like a hole, like a hole in the head
Oh well, can't blame a guy for tryin'
And I'm smiling even though I'm dying
To know the love she says will never be
One last conversation in the crowded bar
And even thought the music is louder by far
I hear every word she says
(she says:) Don't take it bad don't worry about it
You're a friend of mine and there's no way around it
Sometimes you there early sometimes you get there late
But even if you had a chance you never knew the game
Little hands, open smile
I'm glad we got to talk for a while
I feel O.K. yeah I'm feeling better
I'll let it go but I'll never say never
It's O.K. yeah, it's O.K.
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After changing venues three times, we finally ended up somewhere seating was available. I can only deduce that tomorrow is a holiday for many and the weekend started tonight. Holy shit! Houston was hoppin’ tonight! Anyhoo, I’m bent and completely exhausted after today’s endurance test at the office... I feel like I just finished a marathon (I imagine that finishing a marathon would leave one feeling similarly as I have never actually finished, nor begun, a marathon in the real world). Thanks goes out to
Trish for plugging my site... and to the rest of the
H-town bloggers for the links. I have to get up extra early mañana, so buenos noches amigos!
Yippie! I'm off to go eat with me mates! One day to go before the glorious "3 day" weekend. I'm turning my fucking phone
OFF. I'll try to write a lil' sum'n sum'n before bed, but I'm buzzed on the gravy train with biscuit wheels so I make no promises. Hats off to Abercrombie & Fitch for
pissing off conservative, closed minded folk across the US again. OMG! It's just fucking underwear... get over it. Americans can be so uptight sometimes.
Geeeeze!
Today has quite possibly been one of the busiest boring days I've experienced in years. I understand that might sound a little befuddling. I was extremely busy all day doing extremely boring schtuff. It's kinda like the worst of both worlds. Usually, busyness equals temporal distortion leading to the end of the day popping up unexpectedly and screaming "embrace me! I'm here". The nature of the tasks precipitated a state of boredom that made the evolution of my day similar to watching a pot of water boil. Yay for me. Emancipation... it's almost over. Days like this alone justify the legalization of marijuana.
Query: "I am assuming you've been to NYC?"
Reply: "
You bet..."
"Black as hell, strong as death, sweet as love." - Greg Merrell
I love coffee. Truly. Completely. My friend, Greg, has this socioeconomic angst surrounding the little cardboard ring they put around coffeehouse paper cups to prevent people from burning their wee little hands while enjoying the ride. For Greg, it appears that the ring is the staple of the experience... it just wouldn't be the same without it. However, he has a theory that the ring makes up about $2.50 out of his $3.50 cup of foo-foo coffee. So, by purchasing the ringed coffee, he must face the guilt of knowing he is directly contributing to the Micro$oft style tactics of certain cliche cafe chains in their journey toward world domination. It's a rough analysis Greg. What ever shall you do? I just love coffee... and with this cardboard ring, I thee wed...
Here's the pic you ask for... happy?
Excellent evening. I left work right on time (a rare event with obligatory celebration). I caught a ride with Joe and Dirk to Blanco’s. This is not the ideal spot for me, but it holds it’s own as a local watering hole despite the fact that you have a better chance of winning the lotto than getting a Grey Goose martini while visiting. Anyhoo, let me take a moment to say to Nicole (or Nicole’s mom :-)… there are entirely too many days between Wednesday night and Tuesday afternoon. Anyhoo, we ended up going to
Chuy’s for dinner. I was so hungry that Taco Bell would have been sufficient. Joe was feeling really tired, so we just headed home after that… they dynamic duo lives about 3 blocks from me, so they just dropped me off on their way. I am still driving Doc Martins, so I appreciated the ride. Éclair is so awesome. I’ll probably go buy a digital camera this week just so I can show you guys some pics of Éclair, Penny, and Bianca (my dog and two cats). Sleepytime…
Hells yeah! It appears that I am getting out of the office before seven-fucking-o'clock today, so be happy with me and listen to some
getting-out-of-the-office-on-time-music.
"We are the leaves of one branch, the drops of one sea, the flowers of one garden." - Jean Baptiste Henry Lacordaire
Uh, yeah... since people have been asking and I don't have any pictures to offer ya, the Chinese calligraphy in the adjacent photo makes up three of the four tattoos on my back. The three words have special meaning to me. The original artwork was commissioned to an artist from Hong Kong. She did an excellent job. The rice paper to skin transfer was done by
Ancient Art in Virginia. Sorry about not having a pic... it happens.
I love irony. Apparently there is this
study in the UK claiming that unprotected sex is an anti-depressant for women. It eludes that there are chemicals in semen that, when absorbed into the woman's bloodstream, act like an anti-depressant. There is another
story this week about an epidemic in sexually transmitted diseases because of chronic under funding of their clinics across the UK. Ironically, they're all happy.
So, it was a
Treebeard's lunch today. I dig that place.
I now understand exactly why I spend so much damn money on coffee. Scenario 1: Clayton enters workplace in the a.m. with a serious jonez for java. Clayton flings laptop and various inconsequentials in office after almost breaking key off in the lock due to poor motor skills in the a.m. (usually this can be attributed to liver exercise the previous evening). Clayton makes as few turns as possible, shortening the distance to the "shrine" where that nectar of redemption is brewed and disseminated. Denied. Some lazy muthafukka has taken the last drop and scurried away like the bitch that he is to gloat in his existence as a little piece of shit. Scenario 2: Clayton is working like a busy bee... listening to issues, solving problems, attending (useless) meetings. Network engineers get thirsty. Clayton has vision of some straight black love just down the hall. Clayton smiles. A few short steps later, Clayton finds some lazy muthafukka has taken the last drop and scurried away like the bitch that he is to gloat in his existence as a little piece of shit. This is a recurring thing. So, despite the completely sweet deal that my employer has a contract with Starbucks to provide quality beans to feed the "shrines", I purchase espresso from various downtown cafes that charge so much for a drop of joe that you have to price shop for the café with the best interest rates to finance the fix. Like I said, I now understand exactly why I spend so much damn money on coffee.
My carpool buddy just called me... overslept. Doesn't bother me a bit. I am completely unmotivated this morning, yet surprisingly happy. I think it's been the amazing weather we’ve had the last few days. Beach weather! Harry and Eric hosted open mic last night... it worked out well that I was a wee bit tipsy because the folks that got up to unleash their musical prowess simply sucked. I am fascinated and completely captivated by pretty much all forms of live music, so regardless of their music being palatable or not, they get an "A" for effort from me. Caffeine? Where are you? Oh yeah... who the hell is
this guy?
Drunk, drunk, drunk. Holy shit... how do I get myself into this situation. After Harry and Eric's gig tonight, I am worthless. I need to sleep. I'll write tomorrow... maybe
