"Sleepless" (Soul Coughing)
I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
So much time is cashed.
So much smoke is wasted.
Sudden disappearance
In the air is thick and cool.
I can't approach myself
Skidding over this perdition
And now I'm out on the verandah
When I should have gone to school.
Well I call for sleep,
But sleep it won't come to me.
Shuffling in the hallway,
I can hear him on the stairs.
I hear his lighter flicking.
I hear the soft sigh of his inhale.
And the whole width of my intentions
He exhales into the air.
I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
Skeedunt, stunt the runt,
Smoking buddha blunt.
I got the will to drive myself sleepless.
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food = good
Much better now. There's nothing like a little mornin' nachos and
D to fix up a hangover (oh, and water ;).
Dave seems to agree. Ya know, the Internet is a quirky little place.
Hangin' in the bat cave... like a monkey in a tree. OUCH! When I wrote the stuff about Mike picking me last night, I had been drinking since 4:00 and really, really should have just stopped. (sigh) I still don’t remember the name of this place... something "hut" past Dave & Buster's on the Richmond strip. I blame the lapse on the double Crown's I was throwing down all night. I had a blast. Not because I dig that joint, but because I found the whole scene to be ridiculous. Unknown to Mike and I until arrival, apparently this place is 18 and up. If your less than legal drinking age (which is a joke, but I won't get into my position on that now), they mark your hand with a big black "X". I remember some beer gutted, combover, type fellows trying to coax these young ladies into letting them buy them drinks. Hilarious. Also hilarious, the groups of girls, obviously out together to have fun and dance, doing some bootie grind action on stage and/or speaker stands and all the guys thinking this is the bees knees. Too fucking funny. The place reminded me of Club Rogue's in Virginia Beach. Anyhoo, if you've ever been to a dance club or rave in Europe, your spoiled for the states club scene evermore. I have this love/hate relationship with American dance clubs. I hate to go there, but love to laugh at the meat market atmosphere. You see and overhear shit in clubs here that is waaay better than cable TV... ;-). Oh well, I'm not saying that *all* boom-boom places are bad here... just most of them. I guess I'm just more selective these days. On another note, there is a automobile manufacturing assembly line hammering and welding shit in my head right now. I am going to find something to eat and nurse myself back to health. I can't wait for Sean to get here.
I left work early today to buy an bike. I ended up getting a schweeet
Gary Fisher Marlin for commuting to work. I live about 8 miles or so from my office, so I decided that I am going to start riding to work instead of driving/carpooling everyday. Anyhoo, that’s why I picked up a new bike. I had to run a few errands (woo hoo!) and then stopped for happy hour with Sam after that… the week of corporate slavery is over, and so is the corporate
dresscode. I went to Dirk’s for dinner… he makes excellent salsa. It’s hard to find salsa hot enough these days. Mike called and said that the Avalos brothers (a.k.a. Cheech and Chong) were meeting for some kind of Hawaiian thing on Richmond (no idea what the place is called). He’s going to come by and pick me up… I should probably stay home instead, but if I took all of my own advice, my life wouldn’t be quite so interesting these days. I’m an idiot… but an idiot that is about to have some fun. Tee hee…
It's lives! It wasn't rocket science. I just used
YACCS. It's so simple, it's
pure fucking genius.
I'm hungry. Today would be an excellent buffet day... hmmm...
Bombay Palace is sounding preeeetty good right now. I'm in a festive mood now that the caffeine is flowin' and I've had a moment to wake up. I can tolerate mornings as long as no one expects me to speak to them... ramble all you want, I am probably not listening. Anyway, I was searching for a spreadsheet this morning that I needed for work and ran across a pic of Flavie and I when I had blonde hair. This photo was taken in the middle of the night on Pont Neuf in Paris, France... I hadn't slept in a long, long time and had been living on champagne for about 4 days at this point, so please excuse the strung out look. I rented a flat in Paris for the millennium, so the date on the pic is right around 1 janvier 2001.
Laugh it up!. Anyhoo,
Sean should be here tomorrow... excellent. Don't worry Sean, I will not subject you to the pain and suffering of
karaoke again. However, there is a good chance you'll get to see my
tipsy face at least once this weekend. I am still trying to get the comment shiznit working, but am having technical difficulties. Ho-hum.
Scenario 1 repeats again this morning... "Hey man, there's some grounds in the bottom of the pot if you wanna strain those through your teeth...", he says with that
"looks like somebody's got a case of the muuundays!" tone in his voice... begging me to stick a screwdriver in his eye... I reply, "eh... I never remember the first cup anyway". Why do I try to be cordial. Lazy fucks. So, I am going to try to add some type of commenting system today. So, if thispageintentionallyleftblank turns into thispageintentionallyleftblankonacid this afternoon, I hosed everything up. Alas, before I say anything else... let me take a moment to chew my coffee.
"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…
