Nofie

Innerworkings
2001-11-26 20:02:01 (UTC)

I Am...You Are My...If Only...

blah blah fucking blah and i'm back for another rant
sesh to people who don't exist to me in any form other
than the messages they leave behind once in a while. i
love the idea of reading something that someone else
has written, someone i've never met, and probably will
never meet, someone who doesn't even have a mental
picture in my head to accompany their thoughts that
they have so bravely bared for all the world to see,
someone who means nothing to me in the scheme of
things, and to whom i mean nothing in return.
anyway. i read another book by michael hornburg, he is
quickly becoming my favorite author. i've read both of
his books and both lured me in to the point where i
literally HAD to keep reading, i really couldn't put the
book down. for anyone reading this right now, i highly
recomend his first book, Bongwater. don't be misled by
the title, its not ALL about drugs. it's amazingly insightful
and his style of writing is captivating. his second book,
Downer's Grove, was just as good.
tonight is the bouncing souls/flogging
molly/madcap/one man army show that i've been
looking forward to for weeks and weeks...and i don't
think i can go. not only am i ticketless, but if i went and
bought tickets i would then have no money for
trainfare/cigarettes/food/band memorabilia. one of the
best parts of the show is going to the booths and
wasting money on t-shirts, sweathirts, buttons,
patches, tapes and cd's, bags, hats, etc. and if my car
wasn't dead in my driveway, i would still take the train
because driving into the city is ridiculous. much
cheaper to spend seven bucks there and back and then
maybe a couple bucks for the subway. usually we walk
from penn station, it's not too far.

today's outlook on stuff:
1)stuff sucks, but...
2)i don't care anymore and...
3)there are more important things to bitch about such
as...
4)im not even going to discuss it because bitching
doesn't help anyway so...
5)i would rather go home, eat lots of leftover turkey and
watch Friends, however...
6)im going back to work after class so i can make a few
bucks and MAYBE get my car back on the road/buy a
new one/pay my mother back the tuition im going to
owe her once she sees that i've dropped three of my
classes and passed the remaing two by the skin of my
teeth.

today isn't too bad of a day, this coming from the
emotionless shell of an alter-ego that has surfaced
from the depths of my subconscious to help me get
through the week without bursting out into hysterics.
she is acting as my emotional advisor, therefore if
anyone were to ask me, "what's wrong?" or "how are
you?" i am supposed to say, "i'm not able to comment
on that at this time, my emotional advisor has
instructed me otherwise."




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