Read. Read on the front porch. Or I usually go for a long run. Or I go down to the local bar and watch the drunks drink their wake-up drinks (usually bloody Marys) and then I have a beer and watch college football. Or maybe I wait for that guy who comes at noon and makes the free pizza. Or maybe walk down the hill to the library and read Jim Harrison novels.
drink coffee, go to my room & open a new microsoft word do for my thesis/essay/whatever I should have started working on last week but didn’t and then pretend to work as I type comments on HTML giant and scroll through tumblr and style blogs
Try to remember how many pages in a book I read last night. Look for
things. Clean. Check account balances online. Think about reading a
book, but don’t read it. Go skateboarding, then fear for the health of
throat after gasping down such dry cold air. Drink soy milk on an empty
read others’ ambiguous narrative. drink coffee until i’m high off coffee. write ambiguous narrative. revise ambiguous narrative. avoid ambiguous narrative by counting down the hours to getting drunk, again. when drunk talk about ambiguous narrative with ambiguous friends who don’t give a fuck. drink more.
i tweeted for about an hour, torrented and proceeded to watch ‘melancholia,’ typed all the lyrics to the mountain goats’ ‘sweden,’ took the subway to a bar, ate a hamburger, and split a pitcher of beer with my pal, then took the subway home and then it was about 10pm and i planned to go to another bar and now it is about 2am and all i did was sit around in my friend’s apartment eating sunflower seeds
Went out to Home Depot today and bought a $88 toilet because last night I tried on a suit and a new pair of fancy dress socks that came with it must of been soaked in Pledge cause I slipped and slid across the tile til I fell shoulder first into the toilet while I was taking a piss, knocking it off its base. There was no alcohol involved at that point.
Every Saturday differs, so here’s today–
Morning: Have sex, get dropped off at the library, buy hazelnut latte at the library, Tweet at the library, write half a story and e-mail it to myself at the library, read Volt at the library.
Afternoon: Walk to work. Work.
Evening: The Wire with Riesling and company.
Now: More Riesling. Internet.
Soon: More sex. Sleep.
luckily i already made a list of what i did today in an email.
i swear i’m not 15 years old…
today i watched boys over flowers
then smoked spice using tinfoil
while my parents went to rite-aid
then rode in a car with them to
best buy and barnes & noble
then ate carryout buffet sushi
then watched slc punk
myself on wii fit
then tried to meditate listening to shamanic
then watched police brutality vids and masturbated on and
off for like 3 hours
I drink, whiskey in coffee, and then I make plans to
meet up with my Japanese girlfriend, whose husband is an internationally known expert in judo, except I don’t really want to see her anymore, I’m kind of sick of her, just as many women have finally grown sick of me, but then
if I don’t see her for at least a couple of hours she might go back to
her abominable husband, who is homicidal and a prick, and who’s already
out to kill me as things are, and not seeing her would probably speed things up, I think. I really don’t think I’ll survive my last year here in Japan.