oh farks blooger lost me that last post because of a damn position of the farkin' mouse farkity fark it. :P

whip lash hair probrem
it's time to get a haircut when you're scared by this black bushy thang sticking out from a weird angle on your left shoulder and you realize hey! it's just my hair! HOLY SHIZNIT LOOKIT HOW LONG IT IS NOW!!. uh huh, werd to self: trim it already baby.

this thing about life
so yieah, i won't be doing this forever, much as i rather enjoy the doing part of it. for one thing, it don't pay enough and for another, i'd be bored to death if i was forced to stay with one gig for an extended period of time. the thing is though, what would my ass be doing if i wunn't doing this? i have no clue. there are many things i'd like to be doing but they're not things that would provide a stable income and (all hail my need to be socially and familialy accepted) give me a veneer of satisfactory achievment in the eyes of the people around me. sucks to be so in need of acceptance but there it is. so, years after college and high school and that so-called period of "indecision"...well, looks like i've yet to leave that era. what to do? what's the point n meaning of all this anyway?

greatness of poop
i don't think i can quite adequately explain to a person what a feeling it is to have regular bowel movements. or to be on a steady reading track. or to have ideas just continuosly flowing for photoshop experiments. it's this continous predictability of events other people might take for granted that's providin' much satisfaction in being alive these days. you know, cuz at least some things are going right.

the power of clothes
can't think little of those talk show make-overs anymore cuz there is truth in the dressing right makes you feel slick theory. on the weekdays i feel totally constricted and drawn in but on the weekends, wow, even if i was decked out in the rattiest rags i own, i still feel like i could kick everyone's ass. it's quite amazing actually.

surround sound
i like the feeling of being surrounded. by clothes, by blankets, by air, by person (no one yucky of course), by music, by christmas lights...and the list goes ever onward.

and other randomly:
.what the heck was up with the copier this morning??
.i need to poop.
.the new glasses are totally the i am a nerdy clark kent look.
.args right shoulder and right arm and right wrist and life.
.i need to pee too.
.man, the shiny cop shoes are not so shiny anymore.