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What did you do today?
Today was a pretty hot day in blighty, at least where I am, it's about: and so I woke up about 11 with a severe hangover exacerbated by a comedown but it quickly evaporated, which I guess means it wasn't that severe, so anyway, my mum and brother had a party to go to, so they went out and I just went for a walk to sandal castle.
as i said it was pretty hot today so there were lots of people there and there was a pretty polish girl (i think polish, she wasn't speaking enlgish anyay) and she smiled lots at me when we passed on the stairs, anyway I took my beer there and the remnants of my weed, and had a bit of a drink and a smoke, then I came home just now, and I think I'm going to call BT in a bit to sort out my internet. Also, I had a dream last night where Nightrious told me to read a specific George Orwell book, but I looked it up and it doesn't exist, regardless, I think it was meant to be Down and Out in Paris and London, or whatever the title is, it's something like that. I think I will indeed look into this book. Also, I'm going to buy some coke when my money comes in. Oh, and I recently watched Less Than Zero, and can I say to anyone who's planning on seeing this, don't, because it's a fucking horrible film, Robert Downey Jr and the drug dealer are the only good things about it, everything else is fucking awful.
your mother.
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she still sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is god-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is hard, and cold, those who do not her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
I only live here until the end of August, then I am a Carolinan!
South or North?
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she still sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is god-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is hard, and cold, those who do not her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
the Jews get too much for you, miss? I like Florida. everyone speeds
today, i had to work.
but i was the first there, so i put the espresso machine and my new carbon fibre hip flask to good use and made some irish coffee while checking my email and netbanking.
breakfast of champions. if i have to work on a Saturday, i'm doing it half-cut
South. And no Brad, the Jews are fine with me, it's the Catholics that are giving me shit.
I'm sitting in my PJs and editing my story/novel/thingy. That's my big plan for most of the day.
Jews are filthy whiny penny-counters. but i have a jewish surname so i can get away with anti-semetism. if Chappelle can make nigga jokes, then god-damn those bitchy kikes.
i like Catholics, this week. Sydney hosted World Youth Day, some catholic chest-beating bullshit.
i normally wouldn't buy into the hype, but the event tied up most of the state's police resources helping the widdle cathowics cwoss the fucking woad, leaving me free to hire a car and drive freely at autobahn speeds up in the mountains. i call it, 'driving with god'. smoke a cigarette while driving a german convertible at over 200kmh, and it's like god has come down from the heavens to sit in the passenger seat, hunched over your crotch blowing you off. amazing.
that's why i like catholics, this week
they'll be demoted back to Glorified Cultists next month
Well, it is very early, but considering I woke up feeling like ass, I can't imagine I will do anymore than I have. Anyways, I went out the used bookshop earlier this morning, looking for something on Dali(I was watching this Robert Hughes Docu-thingy on Goya last night, which was actually pretty fantastic(He also wrote a very good book on Goya, too) and he hits on just for a second some of Dali's work, and it kind of got me more interested...I mean, I never really thought about it much, I just know Dali had a thing for trannies, so maybe that is why I avoided him as a subject to read about), got a Dali book, and some joseph campbell books I had been hunting down for a while...tried to find my mother some cold medicine, which I guess they don't make anymore, I had to go everywhere, including Wal-Mart, on a saturday morning, it was horrible...
Bought some bananas and 7-up for momma moon, got myself a power-c juice drink, a mountain dew, and some spicy nacho doritos, which I am enjoying right now. I have a netflix movie to watch, will do that soon, it's Through a Glass Darkly, my sister says I will love it...
So yes, 20 minutes until noon and my day is set and done, I am going to curl up and watch some moobies...
I woke up about 20 minutes ago. I was up 'till 6am. (Watching the infomercial: CriCut) Which made me think, being an Infomercial actress would be a good job. Soon, I'll be going to the Big & Tall Men's Warehouse for a job....
[Rei] 4:05 pm: BBL. Ritt, stay up, will ya?
I woke up 7 in the morning because my soon decided that scaring the hell out of me was a good way to start the day. I went to Von's to get donuts for breakfast. Then the family went to Pioneer Day which is big thing in my religion. And of course we left all left early because my oldest strayed too far away from the group and gave my wife and I a heart attack. Now we're at home. The baby is drinking milk and eating cheerios, the oldest is sitting on the couch watching Robotboy. My wife is making a tooth pillow. And I'm looking up recipes for todays lunch, dinner and the rest of the week. Exciting right? The weekends are boring.
"We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on our behalf."-Winston Churchill
I didnt do anything extraordinary, worked, read my book and went to the bookies with a goo friend, now Im going to chillout tonight.
Dark past, bright future, living abroad, well read. You're like the reincarnation of James Dean, hopefully with better driving skills ( Tomstrong on me, best compliment I ever got! )
I got up at 07:00 and went to work. I spent the first half hour on the Internets cheking my email and stuff. Then I took some exams (I had to fail someone) and lectured a class. Then, I went to McDonald's and had lunch with a friend and after that we came home so I could show her my novel and discuss some last minute changes before I print it and make copies to enter the competition. I also showed her what the Cult was and we got into the chatroom and some people said Hi! to her. After that I went to buy some sandwiches because my girl is having a meeting at our new place and it turned up that the box said "32 Sandwiches" but there were actually "24", so I had to walk all the six blocks again to get the 8 sandwiches we lacked. Later on I'll have to go some place and be all night out. This is gonna be a long day, maybe I'd better go and have a nap.
Mmm. So far today I didnt do much of anything. But it was very nice. Woke up at about 1130 to the wandering hands of my one and only- laid in bed til about noon when I got up to pee and brush my teeth. Called a man about some LSD and another for some pot. Made another call about a money transfer. Had some sex. Laid in bed feeling good for another 20 minutes or so. Then i got up and took a bath. Sat naked on the couch for a good half hour while my man brought me breakfast... got dressed. Went back to the couch and here I am.
I plan on doing this all day. Until, that is, its time for my trip.
I want some cookies.
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Woke up at 9:30 with only 7 hrs of sleep (I'm used to at least 8-10) because I was trying to track down and destroy my lesbian friends relationship last night which didn't work out, but hey I got promoted to major in Halo 3 so it's all good in the hood.
And it was shower and off to work where I've been for 5 and a half hours and will continue to be for another 2 and a half hours reading V for Vendetta, playing Spider Solitaire, tooling around online and working on my senior thesis.
Also, your mother.
Because I love. I, who am not loved in return. I have a love that is far deeper than the empty gasps and convulsions of brutish coupling. Shall I speak of her? Shall I speak of my bride? She has no eyes to flirt or promise. But she still sees all. Sees and understands with a wisdom that is god-like in its scale. I stand at the gates of her intellect and I am blinded by the light within. How stupid I must seem to her. How child-like and uncomprehending. Her soul is clean, untainted by the snares and ambiguities of emotion. She is untouched by joy or sorrow. I worship her though I am not worthy. I cherish the purity of her disdain. She does not respect me. She does not fear me. She does not love me. They think she is hard, and cold, those who do not her. They think she is lifeless and without passion. They do not know her. She has not touched them. She touches me, and I am touched by God, by destiny. The whole of existence courses through her. I worship her. I am her slave. No freedom ever was so sweet.
Woke. Grooming, breakfast. Walked to school, alone. Linguistics, mind-numbing. Philosophy, great. Recess. Double private study. Lunch. Double history revolutions, annoying. Got a lift home with friend. Computer, philosophy homework and Cult.
Fin.
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Monday, July 29th, 2008
all times are approximate
12:00 - 1:00 piddled around in the chat still from the previous night. drawn in by the promise of boobies. Things seemed to have wound down by around 1 and I finally left.
1:00 - 2:00 watched the new episode of Generation Kill. I like the show but there doesn't seem to be anything Incredible about it. Nothing that's gonna make this a show that 5-10 years from now anyone would say "Oh, you got to see that!"
2:00-3:00 - putted around looking at porn.
3:00 - 3:45 - google image search for random shit, found some forum thread with a bunch of funny picture then started going through it to see which ones I wanted to steal and post here.
3:45-4:15 had to take my brother into work
4:15-5:30 got back on here. finsihed going through that thread and posted a couple new threads here.
5:30 - 7:30 watched a couple episodes of Simpsons on the DVR and a Robert Townsend HBO special
7:30 fell asleep
7:50 woke up to take my mom into work
8:30 took my dad into dialysis
9:00 got back on here and kibbutzed for a while
10:00 went to pick my brother up from work
Still to do: 1:30 pick dad up from dialysis
2:30 mow yard
4:00 pick mom up from work
5:00 eat something
6:30 watch Reds game
11:00 drop dead from exhaustion
11:30 get back up
I haven't slept yet because I'm still doing what I was supposed to be doing yesterday, which is work, which is due in t-minus 49 minutes and my fingers are so goddamn tired of typing. my right pinky finger feels like it's going to snap off any minute.
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