Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters

I don't have a fucking things to write about tonight. I've done more or less nothing today, there isn't anything going on and I haven't even received any interesting e-mails. Hopefully, something will be different tomorrow, but I'm skeptical...

Still, as I once read in "Writing Down the Bones" by Natalie Goldberg (a great little book for those who write poetry, which I don't), the idea is to just sit your ass down and *do* it. (That's not a quote, obviously.) After all, once your fingers start working, your mind will follow...or at least float alongside. Makes for an intersting trail of thoughts, though. I lent that book to the first woman I ever "dated", loved, and fucked (not in that order). Of course, I never got it back, which is something one needs to be wary of when lending. Especially to significant others, since one rarely expects to be in a position of never seeing them again and you've always forgotten you've lent them small items like that after a while. A friend of mine makes out little index cards and keeps them in a box for exactly this reason. Pretty fuckin' smart, eh? Which reminds me that Little Miss Mizu still has my copy of...christ, I've forgotten the name of it, it's been so long. A guide for hustlers or something. I'll have to remember to send an e-mail or something about that.

Hm.

Oh, here, have this:

http://www.loonyverse.com/flash/bush.htm#top

Get *down* :)

Nuts...there was something else I was going to put down, but it flew away. Sadly, the Billy Connolly approach to comedy doesn't work in the written form.

Ah, yes, I've gotten it back. I'm curious as to how many of my subject titles people can recognize, since, if you haven't noticed by now, they're all song lyrics. Hmm. I'm tempted to say that if you *didn't* notice that they're all song lyrics, I don't want to associate with you in any fashion, but that's a little harsh...;>

Hrm. All right, enough wasting bandwidth (or whatever). Time to go create Bill Clinton as a wrestler for "WWF: No Mercy" on my N64...

...or not. The fuckin' sun is coming up, now, and I need to be at work at noon. Goddamned motherfuckin' bloody hell.

ah well.




	Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters And Turn It Into Wonderland Home Get Email Updates Email Me Admin Password Remember Me 57104 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2001-08-24 5:56 AM He deals the cards as a meditation... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Contemplative I don't have a fucking things to write about tonight. I've done more or less nothing today, there isn't anything going on and I haven't even received any interesting e-mails. Hopefully, something will be different tomorrow, but I'm skeptical... Still, as I once read in "Writing Down the Bones" by Natalie Goldberg (a great little book for those who write poetry, which I don't), the idea is to just sit your ass down and do it. (That's not a quote, obviously.) After all, once your fingers start working, your mind will follow...or at least float alongside. Makes for an intersting trail of thoughts, though. I lent that book to the first woman I ever "dated", loved, and fucked (not in that order). Of course, I never got it back, which is something one needs to be wary of when lending. Especially to significant others, since one rarely expects to be in a position of never seeing them again and you've always forgotten you've lent them small items like that after a while. A friend of mine makes out little index cards and keeps them in a box for exactly this reason. Pretty fuckin' smart, eh? Which reminds me that Little Miss Mizu still has my copy of...christ, I've forgotten the name of it, it's been so long. A guide for hustlers or something. I'll have to remember to send an e-mail or something about that. Hm. Oh, here, have this: http://www.loonyverse.com/flash/bush.htm#top Get down :) Nuts...there was something else I was going to put down, but it flew away. Sadly, the Billy Connolly approach to comedy doesn't work in the written form. Ah, yes, I've gotten it back. I'm curious as to how many of my subject titles people can recognize, since, if you haven't noticed by now, they're all song lyrics. Hmm. I'm tempted to say that if you didn't notice that they're all song lyrics, I don't want to associate with you in any fashion, but that's a little harsh...;> Hrm. All right, enough wasting bandwidth (or whatever). Time to go create Bill Clinton as a wrestler for "WWF: No Mercy" on my N64... ...or not. The fuckin' sun is coming up, now, and I need to be at work at noon. Goddamned motherfuckin' bloody hell. ah well. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top