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It is completely angering that there does not currently exist the technology to paste/reference smells in a web page. There is something which I wish dearly to share with you right now. Tonight: Hooters! This weekend: The lake! Santa Barbara! Softball game! I finally found my pass to The Magic Castle and cannot wait to have posessions stealthily stolen by tuxedo-clad bar tenders. Where does the word 'Tuxedo' come from? I really like the new NoFX album. Last night, the Karaoke King's little brother brought in a stuffed monkey for bedtime snuggling. Today he gets his braces off. This morning, his Momma slipped a note under the door, "Baa, I love yous. (Even if you're showering together). - Momma" I have a new pet Beta fish named Vato. Demeter got a Humu humu nuku nuku apa wa a (spelling?), a clown fish and sea anemone (the clown fish sits inside the anemone, booty-quaking the anemone like they're dancing real dirty in a club), a sea star, a hermit crab, and a scuttly crab that looks like a snooty French chef. I wanna buy her this super expensive trigger fish that looks like one of the stooges with a large, toothy mouth, and an expression that eyes you from his tank and soulfully says, "Duhhh.." Carolin and I went to the pet store on a lunch break and laughed at it all hour, making voices for it. They sell hunting knives at the pet store. It's so messed up. That's like how on Ventura Blvd. there is this one stretch near Lulu's Beehive where a pet vet clinic is next to a Barbeques Galore store, next to an Omaha Steaks store. Woohoo! Class is over! Now for work! Boo. Current Mood:  apathetic
Current Music: Meh.
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You talk like you want to steal my drink.Tax Evasion: Playing on Livejournal when you should be doing your taxes.Marilyn Manson said about Jim Morrison, and I wrote down on a scrap of paper, and shoved deeply into my wallet, "We all love things to death. We leave the lights on, turn everything up to ten, and fuck everything we fear."
I've fallen in love with a boy who plays hockey, speaks cars like a language, can beat me and my dad at wrestling, sings better, and had never heard of Hedwig. Existential suffering, pained art, self-defeating narcissism, blackest sarcasm, and much other of the very stuff which has fueled a tremendous amount of my livelihood, don't dwell in his garden. I have pessimistically come to expect people to be frightful liars, being one myself. It is frustrating and delicious to eye each other as such strange birds and to get to build bridges and commonalities out of foreign material. Last night, my dad beckoned drunkenly to his drunken Aunt as we hid Easter beers for the other team: "Mona, come mount me!" She cackled and ran up to him, noting to my dad's lover, "You know, if you weren't here, I would be hopping on, facing the other way." They lumbered to get her up on his shoulders, and tucked a wine cooler thing up in the rain gutter. We made dirty cookies with his mom, and she frosted the testicles to have blue balls. His step-dad sat, trying to get my dad to look at Dirty Sanchez on the Stile Project.
Carolin got a new car last Thursday; Bitch always copies me. It's amazing and the lights change about like a disco party. We're going to turn them into hovercraft bumper cars, because the sky's the limit when you have full coverage insurance, a drinking habit, and work-free weekends.I was at Robek's for lunch one day last week, getting fancy banana orange juice, when I saw our very short and absurd looking (yet vindictive, cruel, and Napoleonic) Vice President root around in his nose for a booger, deeply, as if he had misplaced his car keys there.I have been living at the Karaoke King's house non-stop for almost a month and a half. My car is a makeshift garage: on-the-fly showers come by way of the employee locker room, the gym, and 25-cent car washes. I came home last week an hour before the start of the work day to snag a quick shower and some underpants, and my lonesome and neglected cat came in and pissed all over my clothes in comment. I took a dump in his catbox and called him nasty names, then felt guilty and small for it, and was late for work trying to apologize to him.
The best movies I've seen in the past three months: Dogville and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Dogville was unbearably brutal, and when my dad immediately likened it to a Jesus and Old-Testament-God thing, I poo-poo'd him; but now it seems the best comparison yet... transition and maladaptation have not been handled so well in a long time. And the second one, apart from being beautiful in a notstalgic way, an artful way, a.... Bjork video way... just nipped and tugged at every raw wire hanging out of any time I ever might have felt a deep and staggering romantic love for someone and the memories attached, then stung and electrocuted a bit, before smoothing itself and the jangling out. It seems like Charlie Kaufman must dwell in a world very different but very parallel (like String Theory), enough that he can twist around and show things which many of us take for granted in a day-to-day existence, and put it on display in such an unusual light, that it's impossible not to look closely at it and see something lovely and horrible and new about it.
Museum of Jurassic Technology's new exhibit is open! And trotting about there made life in a camper as some dustbowl Okie....frightfully, wickedly beautiful and appealing. Their rosy lenses must be at least eight feet thick.They got a new Russian tea room! It is utterly bonafide civilised.I put in my request for transfer this evening upon leaving work; I am afraid this will mean backlash hell from my boss in the weeks to come. But the important part is to try for something better. More money would be nice, too.
Today my Grandmother had surgery for breast cancer. She is this gorgeous and vibrant woman, who has always seemed somehow to defy age, bordeom, and frailty... and I just hope she heals well, heals soon, and that this doesn't dampen any of the youth juice she seems so unnaturally soaked in:</li> 
Now it is time to start the taxes, start a commissioned portrait of a soldier killed in Iraq, and get to bed in time to wake up and hit the gym before work.
--------------------------*~*--------------------------------------What's a photo you save?-------------------------*~*---------------------------------------Current Mood:  mischievous
Current Music: The Darkness - Love Is Only A Feeling
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