sucking up the coffee like it's my life's blood. not kidding. pulled an all-niter yesterday just because i could. sure, it started off as an attempt to finish editing a friend's essay...and then i just didn't go to bed. browsed the net for whatever came to mind; it was like back in the day, in the college freshman "i've a t1 connect!!" day. utterly mindless, sure, and in completely pointless randomosity (it is so too a word) but that low-key excitement of treasure-hunting for info on the net felt, well, comforting. it was nice to regress into this state of monkey-business and hey, as usual i’ve managed to learn a buncha stuff that is totally useless for sophisticated function within this here fucked-up society. such as.
// feel a bit bad for having seen brad pitt naked. sure i was trolling for something else completely different (yieah so, more colin farrell pics, shutup nocommentaries) but it’s as if i've intruded into his personal life. i don’t need to see brad naked…nobody does except for his wife. bottom line? google images is way too efficient sometimes.
// that eddie furlong kid looks kinda creepy now. always with the bags under the eyes and yellowy complexion. druggie? alkie? just a genuinely sallow-faced individual? like i said, random thoughts.
// of course, in the pursuit of celebrity stalking, i lazed around much of imdb last nite. then trolled aicn for a while and interspersed the hollywood ish with a look here and there into graphic haunts, ooak doll sites, and rup. rup? yieah, that’s Real Ultimate Power to you. the hate mail cracked me up, as do the folks who genuinely believe that rup got banned in some state and was sued by some mother. goes to show, first-world country status does not denote first-rate brain activity among its citizens. dumbasses. what 10 year old has access to ucla-based hosting? really, you kids are too cute for words.
// watching the grudge the other nite definitely upped the creep factor. so much so that i was hesitant to visit rotten dot com per my usual gusto. and then looking around a lot when i'm alone in the shower (fuckit man, that’s just my reflection!). it hurts the id and the ego to be such a wimp but dammit if those blue-faced ghosts didn't imprint themselves into my overly-active imagination. yes, you guessed right, i jump into bed now…none of this ooo, i’ll take my time to wander around and stick my bare feet under the bed skirt deal. hell naw, i'm not that stupid!
and anyways.
it’s been a week at the new imperial factory and i just ain’t feeling the challenge or excitement of the change of scenery. merely passing through the motions of switching to a new job even in spite of better pay, better sups, and easier job responsibilities. i could theoretically do this for a considerable stretch of time but i just don’t want to. hindsight at this new place made me realize that i wanted to leave the tomato cellar because i simply didn’t even want to be in banking anymore. specifically, i don’t want to work for someone else, no matter how a great a boss they are, and especially not for a job that smacks of self-aggrandizing capitalism (all society-betterment effects of capitalism be damned). when it comes down to it, i just don’t currently have the capital or the grandly planned scheme to really “work it” the way i wanna. but here’s to optimism and ‘screw stupid squares’: i don’t have it. yet.
afternoon-ish…i suck. no sleep from last nite has killed my muscles. been sore and frozen all day sitting here and the lights are hurting my eyes. i really need to gerroff me arse and go work out already. saving the world requires pliancy of movement – so i can smack people round their heads really hard before they can smack me.
oh seriously, my fingers are frozen and my right upper arm is sore. this truly sucks.
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