Sitting in the dark...
I don't know why, but I've been sitting in the dark for the past few days. Well, there is this light from the computer, but that's it. I have actually found it to be quite comfortable. It's just me in a mass void of nothingness. This could be a subconscious stab at some metaphor that the powers that be want me to decipher. Or, it could also mean that I am to damn lazy to turn on a light.
It would be simple to turn on the light. I could just move over a few feet, and fiddle with the lamp on that table over there. Fuck it. Maybe I just want to be just by myself, floating (rather, sitting on the floor) in space.... Therefore, time for some RANDOM THOUGHTS!!!
1. Is it me or are people just going crazy? I just saw a headline that read that some dad threw his four kids off a bridge. He is just another in a long line of crazy fuckers killing folks. So, instead of thinking rationally and saying to myself, "What a tragedy!" I say, "What the fuck!?!? How did this guy get married, and I can't find anybody willing to date me?"
2. I have to stop eating Papa John's pizza. That stuff is really causing a big ruckus in my digestive system. What is that pizza made from anyway? Why must people use napkins to dab at it to make it edible? Why, upon hearing that people dab it with napkins, must I insist on ordering more? I do love the bread sticks, though.
3. I insist on not wanting to be seen. Why must I continue to buy orange T-shirts (Illini fan), which completely defeat that purpose? Orange is really one of those colors that scream out and say, "Hey! I don't rhyme with anything!"
4. I have work to do, but I really don't want to do it. I just want to bang on the drums all day. Of course, I don't have drums, nor do I know how to play them. That want is just plain silly. I need better wants. Not just better, but more logical wants...wants that are obtainable. I should say, "I don't want to work, I want to watch sci-fi DVDs all night!" I guess drumming is just cooler. Smallville DVDs, Dr. Who DVDs, and AdultSwim DVDs, just make me sound like a nerd, dork, and geek. Of course, I really am, but why not live in denial. I want to bang on the drums all day, because I am just too damn cool.
5. Books. I need to start reading them again. They say they make one smarter. I've read a few, but one could argue that I am still a dumbass when it comes to certain things. For example, saying I want to bang on drums all day when I don't know how to play, nor own any drums. How dumb is that?
6. I have two shirts that say, "I enjoy drinking beer." One is fine, but two? That's redundant.
7. I love my couch, but I realized the other day that a former girlfriend cheated on me with a bartender on that very couch. I suddenly really don't like the couch so much anymore. It stabbed in the back. Damn you, couch! You couldn't have... I don't know... spit out trapped food particles or maybe some loose change at them? I shouldn't blame the couch. Back in its day, it was a really nice couch. And, is still a nice place to lay... or get laid? Oh, fuck! Damn you, couch.
8. There is a book of Ansel Adams photographs that was released the other day. I want that book. Not only would it make a good coffee table book, but perhaps I could use it as a coffee table. Or, maybe perhaps a couch... Damn you, couch! DAMN YOU!
9. I don't need a coffee table. I have one. It's has a glass top in the shape of a kidney (heh, I have three kidneys now... he he he), and the top support foundation looks very 1960s modernish, meaning, it could be mistaken for drift wood. We call it the kidney shaped table. It has been in the family since my parents were married. I could never replace it, at least not with a book with photographs. I think I will keep the table, that is unless the kidney top decides to rupture. AND, the best feature, I can see the carpet through it. One can never tire of seeing a carpet through a glass table top. Coooool!!!
10. My antique table needs to be refinished.
11. I had popcorn for dinner the last three nights in a row... Isn't that the ultimate in singleness? I have my main meal at lunch. Today I had a fine plate of slop... I mean ravioli. I think it was ravioli. Oh Gawd! I hope it was ravioli... Anyway, oh shit, I lost my random thought to complete this random thought. It was a great punchline, or I think it would've been a great punchline. It had something to do with ravioli, I think. Maybe not... perhaps singleness? Maybe I was going to mention my bastard couch again just so I could write, "Damn you, couch!" No... Ahh! I was going to say that it is cool to have the main meal of the day as lunch, because I happen to like the word lunch. LUNCH! What a word! Hmmm... I think I don't think that was much of a random thought punchline now was it. Damn you, couch!
12. I have two blankets in my living-room, and both of them are orange. Now that I think about it, orange is not much of a good blanket color. Suppose I was sleeping, and some assassin decided he wanted to kill me. On that day I decided to sleep on my bastard couch and use one of those orange throw blankets. That assassin would see me! I'm a dead man! It just goes to show me, it is best to sleep in the bedroom under my brown blanket. Nobody can see me under a brown blanket. Nobody!
13. Perhaps number 12 is a good indication on why I am still single. Perhaps it is safer dating a man willing to throw his kids over a bridge.
14. If I hear or read one more Brittany Spears headline... I will... I will... I will write it write here in my blog on how I don't want to read one more Brittany Spears headline. That'll show em!
15. It is dark in here. I need to really turn on the damn light.
It would be simple to turn on the light. I could just move over a few feet, and fiddle with the lamp on that table over there. Fuck it. Maybe I just want to be just by myself, floating (rather, sitting on the floor) in space.... Therefore, time for some RANDOM THOUGHTS!!!
1. Is it me or are people just going crazy? I just saw a headline that read that some dad threw his four kids off a bridge. He is just another in a long line of crazy fuckers killing folks. So, instead of thinking rationally and saying to myself, "What a tragedy!" I say, "What the fuck!?!? How did this guy get married, and I can't find anybody willing to date me?"
2. I have to stop eating Papa John's pizza. That stuff is really causing a big ruckus in my digestive system. What is that pizza made from anyway? Why must people use napkins to dab at it to make it edible? Why, upon hearing that people dab it with napkins, must I insist on ordering more? I do love the bread sticks, though.
3. I insist on not wanting to be seen. Why must I continue to buy orange T-shirts (Illini fan), which completely defeat that purpose? Orange is really one of those colors that scream out and say, "Hey! I don't rhyme with anything!"
4. I have work to do, but I really don't want to do it. I just want to bang on the drums all day. Of course, I don't have drums, nor do I know how to play them. That want is just plain silly. I need better wants. Not just better, but more logical wants...wants that are obtainable. I should say, "I don't want to work, I want to watch sci-fi DVDs all night!" I guess drumming is just cooler. Smallville DVDs, Dr. Who DVDs, and AdultSwim DVDs, just make me sound like a nerd, dork, and geek. Of course, I really am, but why not live in denial. I want to bang on the drums all day, because I am just too damn cool.
5. Books. I need to start reading them again. They say they make one smarter. I've read a few, but one could argue that I am still a dumbass when it comes to certain things. For example, saying I want to bang on drums all day when I don't know how to play, nor own any drums. How dumb is that?
6. I have two shirts that say, "I enjoy drinking beer." One is fine, but two? That's redundant.
7. I love my couch, but I realized the other day that a former girlfriend cheated on me with a bartender on that very couch. I suddenly really don't like the couch so much anymore. It stabbed in the back. Damn you, couch! You couldn't have... I don't know... spit out trapped food particles or maybe some loose change at them? I shouldn't blame the couch. Back in its day, it was a really nice couch. And, is still a nice place to lay... or get laid? Oh, fuck! Damn you, couch.
8. There is a book of Ansel Adams photographs that was released the other day. I want that book. Not only would it make a good coffee table book, but perhaps I could use it as a coffee table. Or, maybe perhaps a couch... Damn you, couch! DAMN YOU!
9. I don't need a coffee table. I have one. It's has a glass top in the shape of a kidney (heh, I have three kidneys now... he he he), and the top support foundation looks very 1960s modernish, meaning, it could be mistaken for drift wood. We call it the kidney shaped table. It has been in the family since my parents were married. I could never replace it, at least not with a book with photographs. I think I will keep the table, that is unless the kidney top decides to rupture. AND, the best feature, I can see the carpet through it. One can never tire of seeing a carpet through a glass table top. Coooool!!!
10. My antique table needs to be refinished.
11. I had popcorn for dinner the last three nights in a row... Isn't that the ultimate in singleness? I have my main meal at lunch. Today I had a fine plate of slop... I mean ravioli. I think it was ravioli. Oh Gawd! I hope it was ravioli... Anyway, oh shit, I lost my random thought to complete this random thought. It was a great punchline, or I think it would've been a great punchline. It had something to do with ravioli, I think. Maybe not... perhaps singleness? Maybe I was going to mention my bastard couch again just so I could write, "Damn you, couch!" No... Ahh! I was going to say that it is cool to have the main meal of the day as lunch, because I happen to like the word lunch. LUNCH! What a word! Hmmm... I think I don't think that was much of a random thought punchline now was it. Damn you, couch!
12. I have two blankets in my living-room, and both of them are orange. Now that I think about it, orange is not much of a good blanket color. Suppose I was sleeping, and some assassin decided he wanted to kill me. On that day I decided to sleep on my bastard couch and use one of those orange throw blankets. That assassin would see me! I'm a dead man! It just goes to show me, it is best to sleep in the bedroom under my brown blanket. Nobody can see me under a brown blanket. Nobody!
13. Perhaps number 12 is a good indication on why I am still single. Perhaps it is safer dating a man willing to throw his kids over a bridge.
14. If I hear or read one more Brittany Spears headline... I will... I will... I will write it write here in my blog on how I don't want to read one more Brittany Spears headline. That'll show em!
15. It is dark in here. I need to really turn on the damn light.
posted by "Just" Joe at 5:42 PM
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