the stink was unbelievable

thus far, this fucker seems to revolve around food, or the prospect of food. so be it. ever eat some fast food in your car, then it stinks up the car for about a week and a half later? fuck me, that is some awful shit. it's a way of punishing you afterward.


i spilled a container full of toothpicks in my vehicle the other day. hundreds of these pointy little wooden fuckers are beneath the seat, clogging the instruments, depreciating the value of this fine motor vehicle. they're still sitting there... i haven't decided if im going to contract the work out or just vacuum it.


one time, garret and i were getting 2 for 1 pizza at about 1 am, and some annoying dick pulled up right next to us in a celica or something like that and left his headlights on, glaring directly into the cab of my truck, and into my face. i think they were listening to ntz, ntz, ntz. after waiting for garret to come back with the cheap slices, my alcohol saturated blood told me it would be a good idea to back up quickly and peel out in the snow, causing the chauches in the toyota to be amazed at my vehicular piloting dexterity. instead of that happening, i viciously backed into a gaurd rail and broke my driver's side tail light.

that'll show 'em.

dinner time for minor memes

do you know how hard it is to peel the sticker off a ripe nectarine when you've just cut your fingernails? it's tough.

i suppose i'm starting this because i need a forum to express the neverending miamsa that keeps building up inside my head when i don't have any new posts to respond to.

i've been thinking about this for a while now, just haven't really gotten around to doing it. we'll see how long this lasts. right now, i just scarfed two of the most luscious (sp?) nectarines ever created in the history of the world. they were made with spliced fish genes.

i'm finding this an incredibly dull exercise, thus far, but it's nice just to write something for once. i can't even remember the last time i just churned something out. my fingers have forgotten all the right muscle memories they need to pound out a couple thousand words in one sitting. it's important to get into a flow. of course, one needs to know what it is they're writing about in order to get into that flow--- you need to know where the river is before you can swim in it. and you need to know a lot more about that river-- things like depth, currents, piaranahs, rapids, slowpids, and the like.

i didn't want to ruminate like this. this is humbling, but i am not surprised. what i want this to be is a wankfest, not a taoist take on modern life. all in all, i feel pretty good about this project. in that it may or may not suck.

in closing, this was me, once. (about a month ago, i guess)