I’m listening to Slipknot right now at my cousin’s house. They’re fucking hilarious. I just hear dog’s yelping. Every now and again, I can make out a lyric. “Someone kill me.” Uy. It’s like someone took Pantera’s balls and put in Trent Reznor’s pussy. I do want to shoot the lead singer.

On a lighter note, I’m hungry.

Haikus on the Inexplicable and Complex Issues of Male Genitalia

Long live dicks!

I was meaning to post this last week but never got around to doing it. This is what boredom does to me.

Well this was a calm weekend with the exception of a family drama which exploded Saturday night. All I’ll say about that is I never knew there was anyone who was more of a mental defect than me. I now know of a person.

Please Inform the Captain… is playing tomorrow night. I think I might venture to that show. Santa Barbara looks like the plan for 4th of July. So it looks like a nice couple of weeks.

I was watching Korean television earlier, and it’s amazing to see the masses show their support for the soccer team. The funny thing is most of the people are wearing red t-shirts emblazoned with the motto, “Go with the red”. Is this a sign that the South wants to reunify with the North? Hmmmmmm.

Anyhow, once payday hits, I’m going to go thrift store raiding. I’ll do my Xena: Warrior Princess yell when I do that. So be warned….

Feh.

I had lotsa fun Wednesday night with lotusblossom and Josh. We mingled and hopped along Marina Del Rey and played Trivial Pursuit until 1:00 am. I realized after that night that I would probably lift my ban on relationships if I met a nice gay boy who would put a hammer and sickle patch on their bag.

Anyhow, my plans tonight are up in the air. The show at the Smell tonight is failing to keep my attention, urbanemonkey has invited me to hang out tonight. I don’t know anything yet.

Feh. (Maybe it’s because I’m listening to Unwound

I hate heterosexual men.

I go to Coffee Cartel last night (as I have been doing quite often lately) to get some reading and writing done. I’m sitting have a nice cigarette since I tend to smoke more when caffeine is being injested into my system. I hear some blokes sitting at the table behind me rattle off inane subjects (i.e. Swingers epitomizes sex life in LA, Portugese people have pointy noses, Mexicans are all Catholics therefore have lots of babies). I can’t help but overhear them since they were really loud and talked in that heterosexual-jock drawl that makes me want to shove a knife through their throats.

Throughout their conversation, I was smoking more and more because I was getting annoyed. Then one of them had the nerve to cough loudly and ask me quite vociferously to not smoke. I could only reply to them in the only way I knew how: “Well if you could stop the noise pollution from seeping over to my table, I would gladly stop smoking this fag.” They shut up after that.

I think they didn’t like the word “fag”. Or maybe I confused them. I don’t know. Eventually they left, and the only thing I could think about was how I hated heterosexual men. What reason, you may ask? None. I just hate them. No justification. No nothing. So there

Some music out there is weird. There seems to be no foundation or anything within the songs. I actually like it, and I don’t know why. Everything on this If the 21st Century Didn’t Exist, It Would Be Necessary To Invent It comp from 5RC records is like that. Some pretty funky stuff (it’s especially nice since I’m going to see some of these bands live in the coming months).

It’s official. I’ve given up Ulysses on page 300-or-something. Stick me with a fork, I’m done with it.

A pretty lifeless weekend, but that was therapeutic in itself.

Saturday was my multimedia day. I started out by getting coffee and reading, coming home to practice piano, playing a bit of my guitar, adding some touches to my paintings and finally collapsing on my keyboard while writing.

Feh.

Ack!

I feel like pigeon shit right now. I don’t know how else to describe it. My mind isn’t functioning linearly and my stomach still hurts a little. Perhaps I should just walk out of work and go home.

The up side is that I get July 5th off, so that means only one thing: ROAD TRIP!!!!!!

It’s Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meep.