Don't Think of A...
22 September 1998
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8:42 PM: Damn it. I'm having a big Pink Elephant problem this evening, and I really ought to be paying attention to work instead. This is what doesn't work about making plans via email. Tap, tap, check. Tap, tap, check. Booger.
9:16: How was anyone ever able to listen to Axl Rose sing and not start giggling? I mean, for Pete's sakes. Wwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrraaaawwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Tap, tap, check. What I like is hearing the Guns & Roses fan saying, "This Elvis Costello, I dunno, he's kind of a whiner isn't he?" No two pairs of ears inhabit the same world except by accident. But hey, Guns & Roses beats the heck out of whatever egg-producing sensitive guitar-strumming nasal warbler we were listening to before.
9:48: Is God really seven? Seems awful young. Suppose that explains a lot.
10:57: Uh oh. I think I am going to be late with some of this. Tooooo many commitments. "Sure, I can do that! ... What is it again, exactly?" I have to be able to do everything, you see, or they will realize that I am just faking it and fire me. Don't laugh, it's true.
God this is dumb today. I'm sorry. Ah, the voices are back. I've never been visited by Dominican ghosts before, it's kind of interesting. Well, anyway, it's not going to get better, so we might as well both go find something better to do, eh?
11:33: Tap tap check. Fuck.
2:36 AM: Tap tap oh never mind.
It's good to know that the art of banter hasn't completely died out. Overheard outside the liquor store tonight:
"You still riding this shitty-ass bike around?"
"You still sleepin' on the sidewalk, motherfucker?"
"You still smell like my butt?"
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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