September 11th, 2004

Black Spy

The anatomical area between the anus and the testicles. I hate Warren G. Harding.

Go buy America: The Citizen's Guide To Democracy Inaction, in book form or audiobook. I suggest the audiobook, mostly because hearing Jon Stewart is, I imagine, funnier than reading Jon Stewart. I wish we'd been required to listen to/read this for American Government in high school. It's hard not to enjoy a work that refers to Lord Of The Flies and Superman 2 within the same 45 seconds.

Bored. Job two is taking up my day. I need to come up with plans for the evening (I think I have plans with Meg, but they're vague "let's hang out" plans).

Co-workers are beginning to wonder why I'm laughing so heartily. I love Jon Stewart. Not in that homosexual way, but in that way that a man loves a tasty sandwich.
  • Current Music
    Jon Stewart and The Writers of The Daily Show - The Daily Show With Jon Stewart Presents America (Th
exploding dog - love

Using felt and yarn, make a hand puppet of Clarence Thomas. Tada! You're Antonin Scolia!

There's something about the Garden State soundtrack that strikes a chord with me. Periodically I'll come across a soundtrack that I just can't get out of my head. Months will pass and I'll find myself going back to that same disc time and time again. Thus is my life and the role of music in it. I had Simon & Garfunkel's "The Only Living Boy In New York" stuck in my head all morning. It was a comforting experience. Worse things have been stuck in my head, usually girls or bad songs that I heard in a commercial.

Girls. I need to keep those out of my head. Most people I know are blissfully paired off. If I were a bitter and sad person, I'd be sickened by the whole thing and go off on terrible rants about how people like that ought to be thrown off a bridge for getting to enjoy the company of another person while nice folk like me go to sleep alone night after night. That'd be rude though. Most of them deserve what they've got, if not more. I don't know why I bring it up except that I constantly find myself missing closeness. Emotional, mental, physical. It's been nearly a year since I've even considered opening myself up to anyone, but now that I'm even willing to, I find that most everyone I've ever known has gone. Short of going out to coffee shops and bars and hitting on anything that looks promising, my dating pool is as shallow as the gene pool is in the republican party. There are a few options available to me, but none of them are ideal. One is broken goods and a flake, not to mention company ink. One doesn't seem interested in me and would be a violation of a few of my personal rules. If I thought the interest was there, I'd probably throw the rule book out the window. One is someone from the past whom I'm sure I could strike something up with, but unless she's changed a lot since we used to talk heavily, we would never work out. I'm too much of a snob and she didn't appreciate much of what I enjoy in life. It's not a relationship that ought to be rekindled, especially while I'm feeling mildly vulnerable.

It looks like my plans for the night have fallen through. If I were a smarter man, I'd go home and get some stuff done around the house. Instead, I'll probably go get some food, maybe catch a movie, then go drive around aimlessly thinking far too much about too much.

I'm selfish. I want a hug and a reminder that I'm loved and that I'm special to someone on a frequent basis. Shame on me.
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    Nick Drake - One Of These Things First