2005-10-06 - 11:19 p.m.
Time, it waits for no one
Lord, why did I hesitate?
And it's goodbye to old Missoula
A day too late
-- Willis Alan Ramsey
Other than in the macro sense, those lyrics really aren't relevant, but I thought it was better to lead off with that than with the lyrics that I recently invented for my song "Booby Milk on My Ass Hair". I thought it would be funny for me to mock an R. Kelly type song, but I have to improvise it live for it to work. I think I caught even myself by surprise when I found a way to link lactation and a hirsute butt, not to mention the dripping off thereof (the conceit of the song is that it is a guy singing and trying to be really sexy and seductive as he is having sex with his girlfriend, but being more than just a little over the top).
When I'm not singing about that, I've managed to place within my own head this anthemic song called "T.F'n.N." That's "Top Fuckin' Notch" in case you were interested. Not at all funny unless you see it the way that I see it. The only way that I can think of to describe it is that it is best performed by guys with bad hair wearing spandex unitards auditioning for a spot on the Transformers soundtrack.
Let me just interrupt myself to say that SBC DSL sucks big time. I think I'm going to have to reinstall Windows. Hopefully that won't mean losing all of my other data. Their tech support is completely useless. Windows and Dell aren't any help, to the extent that they'll help without me paying them to tell me that they can't actually help. They're all bastards.
Is it just me, or is "customer service" just a big joke?
On a lighter note, it is dawning on me that a person isn't really doing anything about the core dissatisfaction with their life if they just keep running away from it. Alas, unhappiness is persistent. It has a way of popping up at the perfect times to remind you that it has no plans to go anywhere.
Would it be weird if I took blue paint and splashed it on my white walls? That's not some metaphor. I'm serious.
I'm going back a few weeks in time, but if you ever find yourself debating whether you should fall in love with a person, watch them drunkenly scarf down a condiment-laden hot dog. Once you've seen that, you'll know the answer. For me, the answer was, "Uhh, pass."
You know, I really loved Paris, but I find myself more and more thinking how much I want to go back to Stockholm.
Alright, I think I've given you a little of everything in this one.
Love ya', kid.
P.S. Almost forgot to mention that I might have a new favorite painter (OK, well, maybe tenth favorite): Eugene Jansson. Guess why.
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