Monday, August 23, 2004
I've been listening to the radio far too much lately that I am becoming completely attached to it. I've been mainly listening to CBCradio two. I'm in love with this radio station. It plays anything and everything. From opera, to jazz, classical, your oddball band, to the guy who is the champion whistler. And speaking of music, I've also grown a liking to Jim Guthrie. He's very soothing. That's all I have been doing for this past month -- listening to music. Since all of those flesh-walking things have disappeared. I think you refer to them as...people ?
Perhaps it is my fault. I don't know how to pick up a phone is all.
So I'm usually on the computer, upstairs with my ear against the speaker, reading a book or doing yoga. That is what my days consist of. Really. I'm not joking here. Do you see me laughing? Of course you don't, but it would be nice if you popped your head out of this shiny screened object and said "hello" from time to time. It would be greatly appreciated.
My birthday is coming up in four days. As well as Man Ray's, and Mother Teresa's. The three of us are going to have a hell of a time. Yes, yes! Praise the lord, and lets seduce women with our camera lenses. Because you know, Mother Teresa with her Christ-like imitation, and May Ray with his camera..and women..and anyhow. I have nothing planned for my birthday. What else is new. Jennifer said she would make me sloppy joes. What a way to spend your 18th birthday. A sloppy joe faced 18 year old. Now that's a sight to see. This is when you realize you're nothing but a recently unemployed, without a drivers license, failing, without a future 18 year old. And I mean that in the nicest possible way. I swear. This is my sense of humor, and it is very pleased to meet you. If I could have it my way on my birthday, I would be up in Toronto seeing Jim Guthrie and Broken Social Scene explode in my ears live. For free.
Please stand back as I spontaneously combust.
Perhaps it is my fault. I don't know how to pick up a phone is all.
So I'm usually on the computer, upstairs with my ear against the speaker, reading a book or doing yoga. That is what my days consist of. Really. I'm not joking here. Do you see me laughing? Of course you don't, but it would be nice if you popped your head out of this shiny screened object and said "hello" from time to time. It would be greatly appreciated.
My birthday is coming up in four days. As well as Man Ray's, and Mother Teresa's. The three of us are going to have a hell of a time. Yes, yes! Praise the lord, and lets seduce women with our camera lenses. Because you know, Mother Teresa with her Christ-like imitation, and May Ray with his camera..and women..and anyhow. I have nothing planned for my birthday. What else is new. Jennifer said she would make me sloppy joes. What a way to spend your 18th birthday. A sloppy joe faced 18 year old. Now that's a sight to see. This is when you realize you're nothing but a recently unemployed, without a drivers license, failing, without a future 18 year old. And I mean that in the nicest possible way. I swear. This is my sense of humor, and it is very pleased to meet you. If I could have it my way on my birthday, I would be up in Toronto seeing Jim Guthrie and Broken Social Scene explode in my ears live. For free.
Please stand back as I spontaneously combust.
