I really wanted to write something tonight. I’ve had a long and interesting weekend, and I’m in pretty good spirits. But it’s already midnight and I’m exhausted and a little hungover. It’s probably best if I just rub one out, smoke a cigarette, and go the fuck to sleep, yes? Mmmm… that’s fucked up. As soon as I heard that last sentence in my head, the one about “it’s probably best if…” I apparently made up my mind to do the wrong thing instead. Yes. I will write.
I’m definitely gonna have a cigarette and maybe some food first though. Hang on.
Mmm, grilled chicken sandwich and a donut? Why not? I love eating like a stoner even though I rarely smoke pot anymore. Hey, fuck you! I munched on pineapple and peantus and almonds and grapes all day. And that was after a night of heavy drinking last night. So. I am a hungry guy. I have a right to be this way.
So. No one wants to hear about how much I love eating pussy. And no one wants to hear my sad/confusing “temporary reborn virgin” bullshit, I’m sure. But that’s the kind of weekend I’ve had. Uhhh… what else?
Ohhh, PAVEMENT in two weeks! Less than! I am taking the 18th-21st off of work this month. For my 29th birthday. I will be shacking up in a pretty rad loft in Brooklyn with a very good human. We will go see Pavement on the 19th. It will be amazing. And we will get drunk and explore for a few days. This person actually writes a blog too (tallbrunette.wordpress.com), and there’s even been talk of a dual guest-post situation that weekend!! I also think I’m gonna get a big bag of dank weed for those days. Because I’d like to get stoned and then wig out when/if Malkmus screams, “Walk with your credit card in the air / Swinging nachos like ya just don’t care!” FUCK YES. And I think… yeah. I’m excited. for those days. I can’t believe how soon it’s coming!
And then I’m gonna go to PDX like a month later. Although, getting real, I might need to delay a little. Maybe I won’t make it there until Thanksgiving? I don’t know. That’s all up in the air. And I guess it’s even possible that I’ll get really smart and like… stick around here until I can afford to have a comfortable trip back west. But I don’t think that’ll actually happen. I am way too much of an asshole, an impatient one too.
In other news. Is is weird that I kind of want this to be my next tattoo? This here…
I think I’m gonna do it. Maybe soon. Maybe on my birthday even! Whoa.
What else? What else?
Well, here’s the greatest thing in the history of the world. I mean, if you’re interested…
I think if there was a soup that I could drink, made entirely of the souls of dead people, and upon drinking this soup I would embody a small part of the dead souls… well I’d definitely want Bon Scott in my dead-folks soup. Definitely.