sat nov 1, still two-zero-zero-eight
Hey Sehnen, I mean Anne. Does he really have a fat belly, agent Matthew?
Anyway, yes I took a day off yesterday from blogging. Because of those papers. When I have a batch of papers or exams in my house, i'm very antsy about getting them done and back out of the house again. Last few days I'm trying to remember to use capitals again, like a proper (ha!) English professor. I've been slipping into Sehnen's habits of exhaustion, but I don't have her reasons or her exhaustion.
Maybe I just want to do a stream of consciousness thing today, see what happens.
David stiff-legs past and grants me constipated smile... Fat-ass Lois not on the scene yet today... I hate the clothes that guy's wearing. Look like winding sheets for the dead... On and on goes the smirking of idiots, the cruel smirking of idiots Mike and Evelyn... Why can't I be a puncher, a real nose puncher and jaw breaker and fucking bully in and out of jail all the time... Why can't I be the bully for a change... Jail would be worth it... Why can't I be a no-good physically violent prick... Almost where I can shut the door on all of them... Anne has no door, can't shut them out, can't shut herself in and be warm and alone... Cry for Anne every night... She can come... They can shoot me...
Hey, I had one of those red wagons when I was a kid... they still make red wagons... they still make ski pants like mine too, but who wears them... Now another waddler, now another crag-faced, grey-skinned halloween horror, only it's real... I'm getting dirty out here, but not just from the smog... from the grey and black and babyshit yellow vibrations that come out of the masses... here, here, key, come one, key... Yes! In the door and shut and wrapped around by stuff that's mine.
Hey, Sehnen, Hey Anne, a thousand pardons! I'm here to read you and I see what I did Saturday. Came here with your password intending to do something sort of funny, and instead I wrote an entry for my own blog here. That's what I get for staying up so late Friday night with the papers. Please Forgive Error, Madame! Now I don't got no post for my OWN blog on Saturday.
