tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56565462011-04-21T22:30:59.622-07:00The Wee Democracylike an angry old man, shaking a fist at the sky...Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.comBlogger2751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1105500089975431802005-01-11T18:58:00.000-08:002005-01-11T19:21:29.976-08:00The Return
when last you heard from me, kiddies, i was on the verge of "breaking up" so to speak with M. i use the quotations, because you can't break up with someone you weren't in a real relationship with. but we were seeing each other, and then we were not. which is not to say that i didn't run the mini-gamut of emotions all associated with such a parting, from mild sadness to a modicum of Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1105282771147375332005-01-09T06:58:00.000-08:002005-01-09T06:59:31.146-08:00i'll be back...
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1103857734508243132004-12-23T18:52:00.000-08:002004-12-23T19:08:54.506-08:00i don't need this
christmas is a stressful time as it is. you could have your dream job, be completely open and honest and comfortable with your family, have a deep meaningful relationship with a person you really care about, and it would still be a period of running around like a chicken sans head. but, add to it a job you hate every single millisecond of, trying to keep your private life Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1103339329897410002004-12-17T18:58:00.000-08:002004-12-17T19:08:49.896-08:00song
and the moment will come, when composure returns
put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
and you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
down the liberty hill where the fashion brigade
looks with curious eyes on your raggedy way
and for once in your life, you've got nothing to say
and could this be the time when somebody will come
to say "look at yourself, you're not much Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1103252310371992172004-12-16T18:42:00.000-08:002004-12-16T18:58:30.370-08:00a few things to ponder
i find myself once again imploring you gentle souls to accept my apologies for my unexcused absence from the forum of all that is josh. the latent tardiness in posting, coupled with a general nonchalance for that very thing is categorically bad, and so i'm sorry. sorta. i've had some good reasons, though, and we'll leave it at that.
but i have thought alot of things Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1102561269655269652004-12-08T18:56:00.000-08:002004-12-08T19:01:09.656-08:00all i can say is that my life is pretty plain
writing is getting terribly hard these days. it might be time for a hiatus. i'll let y'all know.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1102261070892256842004-12-05T07:25:00.000-08:002004-12-05T07:40:05.253-08:00weird dreams
in the past year or so, my dreams have gotten more bizarre. they're weird for sure, but more than that, they seem to go on forever. like...all night long dreams that can encompass, believably, a period of time ranging from 2 to 7 days. i had a dream a while back that spanned the day before a murder, the day of the murder, the days of recovery for me, the funeral and the grief Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1102127488301783302004-12-03T18:22:00.000-08:002004-12-03T18:31:28.300-08:00couply shit
we were sitting in a chinese restaurant this afternoon, waiting for out takeout to be taken out, M and I. she got out her cellphone, a pen, receipts from last night and her checkbook. i picked up the sports page, the one with dirk's redirkulous image on the cover (53 pts. baby!!) and started reading. she checked her message and balanced her checkbook.
i stopped, put the paper down, Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1101956348380167392004-12-01T18:57:00.000-08:002004-12-01T18:59:08.380-08:00keep hope alive!
i'm sorry that things have fallen off some lately. i haven't wanted to jinx things. but i'm hoping for good news soon that would lead to a post of such changes and mental fertility, that the entire mood of this place will change, and the curmudgeon you know and love may be defeated, lord of the rings style.
send good vibes, love, and luck.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1101443570755380042004-11-25T20:10:00.000-08:002004-11-25T20:32:50.756-08:00turkey malaise, redux
well, here we are again, thursday night, tryptophan induced comas overcome, late night drives for takeout concluded, gullets filled and bloated, and nothing to show for it, but a carb headache and onion breath.
i commented earlier to my mom, how your perspective on things changes with age, which is hardly a novel idea, but still. look at christmas. there was the time in myJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1101275662661382072004-11-23T21:12:00.000-08:002004-11-23T21:54:22.660-08:00facts, not fiction
today started like any other day, stumbling out of bed at an indecent hour, eyes gummy and mostly closed bumbling into the bathroom to free myself before i pee all down the front of my pants. tuesdays are trash days, so i bundled up the kitchen trash (particularly smelly today, though i don't know when the last time i had tuna fish of any sort lately, so the stank odor is Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1101176737752466102004-11-22T18:17:00.000-08:002004-11-22T18:25:37.753-08:00fragments
tomorrow's my grandma's birthday, but i have no idea for a useful gift for her, so i'm just gonna pilfer a birthday card. who wants to room with me when i go to hell?
M asked me to lunch the other day, and granted, we were at work, and her options are somewhat limited, it was nice to be asked. i talked to her for over an hour last night, and though many times i enjoyed talking to herJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1100832584305835212004-11-18T18:47:00.000-08:002004-11-18T18:49:44.306-08:00song
i'm in love with the world,
Through the eyes of a girl,
Who's still around the morning after.
We broke up a month ago,
When i grew up, i didn't know
It'd be around the morning after.
It's always been wait and see,
A happy day didn't pay
Feel like shit the morning after.
But now i feel changed around,
And instead falling down,
I'm standing up the morning after.
Situations getJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1100750478007398732004-11-17T19:52:00.000-08:002004-11-17T20:01:18.006-08:00notes from shaky ground
It's raining here, and it won't stop, which has proven to be quite annoying. yes, this is sexy rain. this is rain to be splashed around in and hair may be tosses hither and thither in it, and all those who run through it will be reborn, just like new. but, unfortunately, that has not been my lot in the game these last couple of days.
for yesterday, i spent the Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1100538151562540682004-11-15T08:58:00.000-08:002004-11-15T13:21:48.376-08:00not broken, just out of shape
i touched on this a bit when i wrote about austin last week. i've said it before, and i'll say it again, i love irish girls. like alot. beyond all healthy reason. so with that in mind, you'd think that spending a large portion of that weekend in the company of a tall very attractive irish girl, i'd be in hog heaven. but i was not. which is not to say that michelle Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1100446747247987542004-11-14T07:36:00.000-08:002004-11-14T07:39:07.246-08:00a distinction
in a humorous non-sequiter at work the other day, troy said to me, "when you're naked, you don't have any clothes on.....when you're nekkid, you don't have any clothes on and you're up to something."
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1100237738662058912004-11-11T21:33:00.000-08:002004-11-11T21:35:38.663-08:00glass ceiling
i've noticed a disturbing trend among blogs. my blog doesn't not get any comments of any sort on any regular basis. but the blogs of downtown sarah brown and bekah and lisa's dull-ass blog get comments galore? is this because their girls and you all want to impress them? well, impress me, dammit.
not to comment on my writings is sexist and i won't tolerate it. gloria steinem Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1100106138608752502004-11-10T08:58:00.000-08:002004-11-10T09:02:18.606-08:00a new hope
hopefully, in january i'll start a new blog. i'm not abandoning this one (not yet anyways) but this one will be something more of a story time hour rather than poring over the excruciating minutae of the daily life that is mine.
it's called Memoirs of a Triple Dog Daredevil
look for it.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1100057580189565192004-11-09T19:01:00.000-08:002004-11-09T19:33:00.190-08:00and the oscar goes to...
i only had a vague idea of who jamie's father was. he was a tall guy, mustachioed, living in fort worth, a vietnam vet, and he hung like a cloud of impending asskickery over my dad. i'd never met this guy, but i always feared that if my dad's simple asshole behavior ever really escalated to something dangerous to jamie, this guy would show up on the front doorstep and Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1099900808824857422004-11-07T23:29:00.000-08:002004-11-08T00:00:08.823-08:00the late show
i'm off tomorrow, so i figure, why not stay up late. late nights usually mean one of a couple things these days. i can stay up and watch movies, contorting my body in some freakish burlesque display of exposed hairy limbs and dissastisfied grunts. i can come to the office, turn on the computer, put a particular late night song on repeat and try to write, or i can leave all media Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1099842585848895892004-11-07T07:34:00.000-08:002004-11-07T23:29:22.276-08:00el grande dos-cuatro
it was ten years ago that i found myself spending my birthday in a humid nadatorium, faking enthusiasm for my sister's swimming performance. i don't know how long she'd been on the team by that point, a year, maybe two, but to look back on it, it surprises me that leah was on any organized team of any sort. if you'd said to me, leah swims, but for exercise, that i would findJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1099716054752397842004-11-05T20:39:00.000-08:002004-11-05T20:40:54.753-08:00 odyssey
so this is me, sitting in a bus station on a monday morning, trying to piece together the disjointed (at best) pieces of a puzzle that should come together to form what was the weekend. a bunch of shit has gone down over the past four days, and while none of it was at all bad, it was very different from anything i've been used to and that, i think, is the cause of the surrealistic feelJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1099538308243466382004-11-03T19:12:00.000-08:002004-11-03T19:20:06.273-08:00eulogy
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
with conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of exiles. From her beacon-hand
glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame
"keep, ancient lands, your storied Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1099054306710343562004-10-29T05:40:00.000-07:002004-10-29T05:51:46.710-07:00Walpurgisnacht
this weekend is going to kick ass and no one is going to stop me.
travel mix
i'm going to austin this weekend, via the hound, and i'm very excited. i'll be reading 'naked' and listening to the latest in josh mixery. because i'm such a generous gerry (that's jerry with a g, because generous jerry doesn't seem as cool to me) i'm gonna share this line up with you guys. you've Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1098937846298316052004-10-27T21:24:00.000-07:002004-10-27T21:31:49.436-07:00batting 1.000
today, i am happy to report, was just one of those days.
-got up, had leisurely tasty mexican breakfast
-watched my soaps, had leisurely american lunch
-showered, made progress on tumor/pimple on my face
-hung out w/ cousin, had good time
-offered new position at work...tempting, but not altogether a good thing
-got two amazing props for my kickass halloween costume (a Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1098756763670457582004-10-25T19:04:00.000-07:002004-10-25T19:12:43.670-07:00song
looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
maybe i'm too young to keep good love from going wrong
but tonight you're on my mind so you never know
broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
too young to hold on and too old toJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1098656571037701502004-10-24T15:22:00.000-07:002004-10-24T15:22:51.036-07:00regrets
i never thought i'd say this, but i'm getting pretty damn tired of bono. like, seriously.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1098649777186541502004-10-24T13:04:00.000-07:002004-10-24T13:29:37.186-07:00steeped in perfection
so i'm sitting in my kitchen last night, or rather in the dining offshoot of it, relaxing and enjoying the first game of the world series. i'm tempted to print a retraction about everything negative i've said about baseball in the past, because i find myself being pretty strongly addicted to this postseason action. sure, the regular season is boring as all hell, except for Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1098492607859551882004-10-22T17:21:00.000-07:002004-10-22T17:50:07.860-07:00proceed with caution
prior to my decision (or wussing out, as some may call it) not to leave dallas, it occured to me that i might not have to leave my job, even though i hate it.
i'm pausing here to discuss my work ethic. i've often decried this unit as a particular sad and meager thing, but in a conversation with a friend who lost his job recently, that assessment went under attack, so i'm Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1098421533490655472004-10-21T23:05:00.000-07:002004-10-21T22:05:33.490-07:00friendly reminder
just so you know, it's not all in vain.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1098250048884047022004-10-19T21:43:00.000-07:002004-10-19T22:27:28.883-07:00you'll be the first one to know
if you work in a place like i do, you're most likely going to run across (and this is said in an air of accuracy with no intention of offense, though some may be taken) the types of people who are not the sharpest knives in the drawer.
a perfect example would be a guy named marcus who got fired several months ago for slacking on the job. seriously, he got fired Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1097988281380745522004-10-16T21:44:00.000-07:002004-10-16T21:46:07.666-07:00psa
contrary to popular belief, silence is not golden.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1097985337446957752004-10-16T20:25:00.000-07:002004-10-16T20:55:37.446-07:00those poor bastards
as we speak, those poor bastards in red socks are getting their bostonian shit pushed in by the yankees, those loathable lugs from new york. it's a graphic image, i know, but i can't think of one more apropos. i mean, if you could personify a team into one man, and another team into another man, the red sox would be the seemingly tough guy, like, say, edward norton in Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1097887382815613132004-10-15T17:33:00.000-07:002004-10-15T17:43:02.816-07:00hmm...
so riqui's quitting the blog business. i must say, i'm not too terribly surprised, but that doesn't make it any less of a dirty tasting pill to swallow. you know what i mean? like um, fuck...what was it called? amoxicyllin. whew... i had to take that in 9th grade cause i had a nasty sinus infection. i mean it, i had headaches that were the worst ones i had ever had, and i haven't had any Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1097724042156751992004-10-13T20:18:00.000-07:002004-10-13T20:20:42.156-07:00i just don't fuckin get it
how does bush have ANY support? the man is a minstrel.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1097630195174728882004-10-12T18:15:00.000-07:002004-10-12T18:16:35.173-07:00god, kobe sucks
see? even phil jackson says he sucks.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1097629388708303372004-10-12T17:45:00.000-07:002004-10-12T18:03:25.036-07:00i can fake it if i need to
it came up a while back. i sorta got into it with a friend when she told me her folks were getting divorced, and i didn't appear all that concerned. nothing ever came of it, the apparent split, and we're still friends and all. but she got mad that my response was merely an "oh....that sucks".
now, i don't mean to be callous about certain things. i've heard friends Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1097464970380295872004-10-10T20:13:00.000-07:002004-10-10T20:22:50.380-07:00fragmented angry rants
don't you hate it when you think that you're getting to know someone cool and then bam! they turn out to be really actually quite superlame? yeah, i'm talking about you. you know who you are.
don't hate it when ALL your teams lose in the same weekend? on some occasions, even twice!
don't you hate it when you write an email to a friend, and then you come back and you've Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1097276639016874162004-10-08T15:50:00.000-07:002004-10-08T16:03:59.016-07:00shout
i'm not going anywhere. at least not for a while. oh come on, don't sound so surprised. i've been writing here for over a year, and have i ever once come across as particularly courageous? yes, you could say, now is a good time to start. and yes, now would be one. but i'm not going to do it.
i could explain in detail how this decision was turned around, and i could explain all the Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1096072319934558122004-09-24T17:22:00.001-07:002004-09-24T17:31:59.933-07:00distractions
a reprint of the funniest interview i've read in a while, starring my homeboy, dane cook:
Can you believe the stink that was made because we got to see one of Janet Jackson's breasts for half a second?
The fact of the matter is this: I saw Janet's titola for half a second. A half a second of tit is more than no tit, and Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1096071885947140042004-09-24T17:22:00.000-07:002004-09-24T17:24:45.946-07:00imagery
picture a still water's surface. then a small bubble rising. then a few more. then a massive upward splash and a drenched head emerging, gasping for air, hair pasted down, limbs flailing inexpertly. that's how it is these days. getting some air, but the stablility is somewhat tenuous at best.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1094961281704854992004-09-11T20:54:00.000-07:002004-09-11T20:54:41.706-07:00apologies
things will be scarce here for a bit. until i get things all settled and orderly.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1094691168437803082004-09-08T17:48:00.000-07:002004-09-08T17:52:48.436-07:00the end of the democracy...?
i'm leaving texas pretty soon. i'm going to new york. and part of that means that i'll be abandoning the wee democracy.
i haven't decided how long it will last, or if i'll just start a new blog after i get settled. i dunno. but i think i'm ready for a change of sorts.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1094497152305399022004-09-06T11:26:00.000-07:002004-09-06T11:59:12.306-07:00that drowning feeling
hard to get out of bed these days. i was going to write about how it was good to have a job in times like this, just so that you have to get out of bed, and do something with your day, but that's not the case. i don't want to go in at all, and i know when i get off, ain't nothin' gonna be different anyway.
hard not to slip into that self pity thing, which, in itself, can Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1094349899348517932004-09-04T18:34:00.000-07:002004-09-04T19:04:59.420-07:00minute by minute
its been building for some time now, and the rising tide can't always be stopped, squashed, pushed back. you open your eyes in the morning and you know you won't make it.
6:15 am - alarm goes off. snooze.
6:23 am - alarm goes off. snooze.
6:31 am - alarm goes off, stumble cold and sticky eyed into the bathroom. curse.
6:38 am - retrieve shirt, begin ironing process. watch Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1094086936891240562004-09-01T17:22:00.000-07:002004-09-01T18:02:16.890-07:00of bright moons, red suns, and falling stars
remember that entry i wrote awhile back, about going out at night and looking up at the sky? well, i've been thinking about it again recently, though not in the same semi-depressing way. i guess it started on...monday night. i was rolling the garbage out once again to the curb, and i noticed how bright it was outside. i mean, the moon was so bright itJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1094006102381689082004-08-31T19:13:00.000-07:002004-08-31T19:35:59.236-07:00true lies
i can hear the republican convention on the tv in the other room.
i was going to write some kind of scathing commentary about the lies and bullshit and general exploitation of your tired, your poor by the people who care the least about them.
i was going to attack guiliani and mccain for kowtowing to the party line, for endorsing a man who STILL cannot pronounce nuclear, and who has Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1093877446501340722004-08-30T07:16:00.000-07:002004-08-30T07:59:50.306-07:00let's piss people off today
in the past i've more or less avoided any talk about religion, except for maybe back in february when i dissected my admittedly temporary amazement of the passion of the christ. once is enough for that violent-ass movie. (incidently, did you know kevin smith is planning on calling his clerks sequel "the passion of the clerks"? does anyone else find this to be a Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1093783818187525972004-08-29T05:31:00.000-07:002004-08-29T05:50:18.186-07:00no, but i'll punchisize your face for free!
i'm no stranger to stupidity. i mean, it's pretty hard to remain oblivious to the copious amounts of retardation sweeping the country like some bad song a la the macarena or whoomp! there it is, or, even worse, livin' la vida loca (man, that song lasted waaaaaay too long).
when i was an RA at UT, i worked in a dorm called kinsolving the summer after Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1093703708928379792004-08-28T07:21:00.000-07:002004-08-28T07:35:08.926-07:00block quote
i didn't write this, but it certainly sums up alot of what i've been thinking about lately, which may explain my constant absenteeism regarding writing in this thing:
"the surgeon exists because holes are bad and need sewing. at the end of the day he goes home and knows he has sewn up thirty cuts, splinted ten broken limbs, and the world is closer to life and further from death overJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1093571594750158192004-08-26T18:44:00.000-07:002004-08-26T18:53:14.750-07:00i yam what i yam
i'm hungry.
i'm bored.
i'm impatient.
i'm a little lonely.
i'm pensive.
i'm tired.
i'm weak.
i'm looking for some action.
i'm in pain.
i'm still hungry.
i'm sitting in the dark.
i'm thinking about leah.
i'm grinding my teeth.
i'm scratching my chin.
i'm typing.
i'm struggling for thoughts.
i'm amazed by my back muscles.
i'm disgusted by my back hair.
i'm Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1093324783441299012004-08-23T21:35:00.000-07:002004-08-24T14:56:01.046-07:00princess leah
for a long time, i thought that carrie fisher's name in the movie was leah, because when i was a young'un, people kept calling her princess leah, thinking somehow that my mom named my sister after her. it wasn't until 7th grade, when i first saw star wars, that i got that it was leia (lay-uh) not leah (lee-uh). if you ask me, leah is the cooler version.
anywho, today's leah's Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1093176214610110262004-08-22T04:49:00.000-07:002004-08-22T05:03:34.610-07:00really horrible dream
it's far to early for me to be awake, right now, but i'm not going back to sleep. some of the things that i've just spent the night dreaming about (is nightmaring a word? it should be) are things that i hope i never see in my life. dreaming about death is something that i tend to do from time to time, usually once every couple of years or so, and most of the time, its an Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1093150697886017982004-08-21T21:47:00.000-07:002004-08-21T21:58:17.886-07:00squeeze it out
its not like thing have been bad around here. or even mediocre. sure there are some aspects of existence that are more trying than i'd like them to be, but you know...c'est la vie, right? and i'm telling you, all this hype i built up around the getting of the cell phone? it was totally accurate. i feel much more connected to certain peeps than i once did, and it's nice.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1093048140040495432004-08-20T17:20:00.000-07:002004-08-20T17:29:00.040-07:00man
i'm in a terrible writing funk.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1092682986160472772004-08-16T11:51:00.000-07:002004-08-16T12:03:06.160-07:00influx of interest
so it really doesn't make any sense to me, this lack of drive for writing. like i said, it's not like things have been going bad lately, and even last night's minor setback regarding incorrect assumptions of bus schedule and subsequent strandedness in a mall parking lot, looking longingly at a fly by night carnival in the lot across the way, was able to produce a silver liningJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1092580704543035582004-08-15T07:32:00.000-07:002004-08-15T07:38:24.543-07:00write right
it's not like i've got a shortage of news to spread or ideas that need to be set free upon the world, but damn if its even hard to type right now.
you ever get that? where you want to write, either a blog entry, or an email to a friend, or a letter to your parole officer, and you just can't? you fight and fight and it seems as hard as it would if you were trying to make heads or Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1092194113424065822004-08-10T19:35:00.000-07:002004-08-10T21:12:09.140-07:00stumbling down amnesia lane
so i'm sitting here in my house this afternoon, and the air conditioner is on the blink for a while (calm yourselves, it's fixed now) and i made the mistake of taking out my senior year book from high school. ouch.
having been firmly entrenched in the mentality that the seventies were an era whose coolness i should aspire to at the time of this publication's release,Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1092030946405447932004-08-08T22:23:00.000-07:002004-08-08T22:55:46.406-07:00good night's rest my ass
last night i had this dream wherein i was running through my neighborhood, trying to dodge and weave amidst the battered bond-o colored rustbuckets that pass for cars in this joint, and hide from a deranged englishman bent on violating my person in that the most horrible of ways.
now, i had told troy at work about "i'll sleep when i'm dead" which features a random youngJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1091860044104473462004-08-07T10:45:00.000-07:002004-08-06T23:54:18.846-07:00The Wee Democracy turns one!
i've thought about this entry for a while, now, ever since i noticed about a month ago that the one year anniversary of the birth of this blog was coming up. for a while, i thought i'd celebrate by re-posting the very first entry, but this was way back when august 2003 was a lost month and no one besides me could read it. but, i'd like you guys to go back and check Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1091721698829188982004-08-05T08:35:00.000-07:002004-08-06T09:08:24.100-07:00recap wrap
july 29
i'm on the plane now, on my way home, once again feeling envious of the warm towels and comped cocktails that the swells in first class get. i notice that, unlike the flight to new york, the token hot passenger is sitting three rows behind me...not beside me. fortune has spun her wheel in the opposite direction. i haven't written in my book in the last four days, so i'm tryingJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1091690304478310862004-08-05T00:06:00.000-07:002004-08-05T00:18:24.476-07:00recap reloaded
july 25
this past new year's eve, the debauchery of which won't soon be forgotten (i'm lucky i didn't get shot, or at least punched in the goddamn face) almost never happened. that's not to say that the eve almost didn't happen. that would be far to grandiose and just plain absurd a statement. no no, new year's eve would have come and gone with or without my participation. just Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1091543811368097392004-08-03T07:32:00.000-07:002004-08-03T12:45:30.893-07:00recap'n crunch
july 23
i'm sitting, currently, in leah's office around canal st, in my own private steam bath, courtesy of my damp clothes and overly active body heat factory. lesson one, not having an umbrella in NY is a bigger problem than not having one in texas, because you can't just run across streets willy nilly: you've got to look both ways before you cross. but, not to worry, numerous Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1091462886898368132004-08-02T08:52:00.000-07:002004-08-02T09:10:45.393-07:00recap revisited
july 20
leah said something to me last night during our conversation, and i've been thinking about it. it kind of goes back to that thing i wrote about a couple of weeks ago regarding my slow acceptance of the fact that a few people, a minority, if you will, might actually find me attractive.
"people like you", she said. it felt pretty good at the time, like some kind of Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1091212737182552922004-07-30T11:16:00.000-07:002004-07-30T12:30:52.920-07:00a brief note before i get into it
you know that old saying -- something like, you can't go back to the farm once you've seen paris? yeah, well try going back to dallas after ten days in new york. i've been sick to my stomach ever since i got off the plane, and this morning i found myself standing in the middle of my room screaming silently to myself "Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1090243755076775642004-07-19T06:28:00.000-07:002004-07-19T06:29:15.076-07:00see you in the funny papers
i'm off to NY today, to do all those things i'm setting out to do. or nothing at all. see you all when i see you all.
peace, fools.
feeling: nervous
thinking of: nervousness
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1090169898775155372004-07-18T09:46:00.000-07:002004-07-18T09:58:18.776-07:00back in time
apparently, i'm eight years old again. what started out as a simple tender eyelid, yesterday, has escalated into the fear that i have perhaps the most useless stupid disease ever divised -- pink eye.
i'm not for sure what it is, but for sure my eyelid is swollen and tender. my eye's ok. no pinkness, really to speak of outside of their normal bloodshottedness. but what's really Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1090127565088612582004-07-17T21:09:00.000-07:002004-07-17T22:12:45.090-07:00down the rabbit hole
familiar habits are returning, and familiar circumstances aren't helping. i'm watching alot of sopranos again. clouds are forming.
maybe i can outrun them.
feeling: ...
thinking of: sunday, new york
song of the day: cop that shit - timbaland and missy elliott
i don't know what you heard, and i don't know what you know...
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1089857421173510822004-07-14T18:54:00.000-07:002004-07-14T19:10:21.173-07:00destiny shmestiny
i simply cannot shake this idea that i'm destined for something great.
the problem is, i seem to think that destiny will just find me, knock on the door, and shove the gift/burden onto my shoulders. that would be fine with me, and require a minimal of effort.
but no. you've got to go looking for your destiny.
destiny's a fucking lazy-ass.
feeling: hot
thinking of: Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1089773197664639572004-07-13T19:41:00.000-07:002004-07-13T19:54:00.133-07:00things i'm going to do in NY
try to go on a date
hang out in carl shurz park, and on the east river esplanade
hang out in central park and try to write
dress cool
read some of this bloggy material at the bowery poetry club
try not to run out crying after they boo me at the bowery poetry club
casually pay attention to job opportunties
not so casually pay attention to irish and/or irish Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1089555225845603492004-07-11T07:04:00.000-07:002004-07-11T07:13:45.846-07:00(in best moe the bartender voice)WHAAAAAAAAAT??
we went to chili's last night, in search of dessert.
see, earlier in the day, i was in the lounge and i heard this news blurb about shaq possibly/probably being traded to miami. so i wanted to find out if this was true or not, asap, so i could go on berating that overpaid nerd mark cuban for letting steve nash go for what? for what?? huh???
but Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1089437154992120982004-07-09T22:16:00.000-07:002004-07-09T22:25:54.993-07:00open letters
dear beer commercials,
stop making empty promises. the only thing drinking the beer you so vigorously promote as social lubricant and chick magnet has succeeded in attracting is fat cells to my stomach.
dear my stomach,
stop growing hair. i'm a man now, i get the picture. just knock it off.
dear work,
i hate you. not my job, though i hate that too, but work in general...youJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1089422570006113002004-07-09T18:03:00.000-07:002004-07-09T18:22:50.006-07:00karma
a friend has recently told me that no one deserves anything they get, whether it be good or bad. it all happens, and it is not "deserved" or "owed".
i begged to differ, stating that if there's one thing i've learned at my job, which i maintain is the most soul crushing of jobs that fall outside of the parameters of indentured servitude, its that all of us do, indeed, deserve a modicum of Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1089336160656918902004-07-08T17:58:00.000-07:002004-07-09T18:03:48.673-07:00gettin' funky on the mic like an old batch of collard greens
i hung out again with lauren today. we went to whole foods, and decried the high prices that hippies and rich housewives find acceptable. we went to the bookstore, and i bought a book on job hunting, which scares me to the bone. then to tom thumb, where the prices were a damn bit more agreeable, the goal of our journey being to gather Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1089163238786407042004-07-06T18:04:00.000-07:002004-07-06T18:20:38.786-07:00run for your life!!
i'm going to new york on the 19th to stay with leah for ten days. it promises to be a whomping good time. but this whole thing has started me thinking. time is running out for me.
i've said it before, i don't like making decisions. i'm no good at it. i mean, there was a time when i thought about what to do, then made the best informed decision i could. then opted to do the Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1089095797655357072004-07-05T23:34:00.000-07:002004-07-05T23:36:37.656-07:00dammit!!
sometimes, i'll be going through friendster, and i'll see a girl who's really really really super cute, and i'll agree with her tastes in music, and in movies, and in books, and i'll find her little note about herself to be funny and clever, and she'll say that she's "in a relationship".
and i'll yell to the computer screen, then stop being on friendster, you painted hussy!!
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1088994991745596652004-07-04T19:23:00.000-07:002004-07-04T19:36:31.746-07:00trigger happy
today i smelled something that reminded me of my ex-step-mom's smell when she took me and my sister and my ex-step-sister to a horrid day care place back....waaaaay back in the day. it was an ok smell. but the place sucked, believe it.
i also heard macy gray singing whatever song that is where she's saying "try to say goodbye and i choke", and i swear to god i smelled coffee Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1088742538564207552004-07-01T21:16:00.000-07:002004-07-01T21:28:58.563-07:00blue
seeing lauren, meeting cuzi, and being thrilled by how much i liked spider-man 2 can't draw back the gray rain curtain that covers my view of the world.
so i'm gonna pull a riqui and just post a song and its lyrics today.
i'm writing a song all about you
a true song as real as my tears
but you've no need to fear it
cause no one will hear it.
sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1088556311929684882004-06-29T17:28:00.000-07:002004-06-29T17:45:11.930-07:00turn on the bright lights
man, it's been a good 24 hours. actually, a pretty solid forty eight hours.
i saw fahrenheit 9/11, which was not as impactful as i thought it would be, but mainly because A)it didn't give me a whole lot of new information, some....but not a whole lot; B)i already hate bush with a white hot seething passion usually reserved for passing kidney stones; and C) my Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1088306264053278932004-06-26T20:14:00.000-07:002004-06-26T20:17:44.053-07:00cloneyism
i wish i had a clone sometimes so i could beat the everloving shit out of myself. i'm dead serious. i think what i need more than anything else right now (ok, almost anything else) is just a good solid beat down. any takers?
feeling: like shit - can you tell?
thinking of: how i wish i was harry potter and could release my anger in fits of badass magic
song of the day: NYC - Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1088218405042229802004-06-25T19:42:00.000-07:002004-06-25T19:53:25.043-07:00a story
when i was, i think, a freshman in high school, i was walking back from a bookstore that was like, a block from campus. there was an alley that led from the back of the store to a street that intersected the back driveway of the parking lot. after school it was cool to go to that book store and hang out for a bit, and the bad kids used to smoke on the patio that was adjacent to the Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1088120088071621342004-06-24T16:17:00.000-07:002004-06-24T16:34:48.070-07:00love shaq
i'm hoping hoping hoping that the mavs can acquire shaquille o'neal this week, without giving up dirk nowitzki, whom, i'll admit, i have a ginormous man crush on. and i'd love to see steve nash stay, too, but i have a feeling he'll be the blue chip on the table.
a tree lobster
blog pal cuzi had a bazaar this weekend to fund her trip to bosnia (though who the bloody hell decides "heyJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1087882809469320982004-06-21T22:11:00.000-07:002004-06-21T22:40:09.470-07:00some facts about me
i have short fingers, and my index finger is very pointy.
i have a small birthmark on the side of my right calf...a slightly darker patch of skin about the size of a nickel.
i was "in love" with the same girl all through high school, and even through the first year of college. but i got over it. i'll admit it freely, it was pretty lame.
i can't stand for my fingernails Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1087742271787556302004-06-20T07:36:00.000-07:002004-06-20T07:37:51.786-07:00what's to say?
seriously?
feeling:
thinking of:
song of the day: not dark yet - bob dylan
I was born here and I'll die here against my will. I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still...
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1087516558487725072004-06-17T16:52:00.000-07:002004-06-17T16:55:58.486-07:00make love to zat pouch!
has anyone else seen those burger king commercials with the pouch designer ugoff? man, that's some funny commercial!
ssh! ugoff needs silence!
feeling: mini ogre
thinking of: why i still work where i work
song of the day: heaven knows i'm miserable now - the smiths
two lovers entwined passed me by, and heaven knows i'm miserable nowJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1087440863816868482004-06-16T18:41:00.000-07:002004-06-16T19:54:23.816-07:00misalignment
i've written before about the days when everything seems to be going right; when the cosmic tumblers fall into place, the right stars align and all is good with your own personal world. people re-emerge, new people come into focus, you are happy in what you think might be shaping up to be the immediate future.
it was like that the summer before my senior year. the summer started Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1087339702377391722004-06-15T15:47:00.000-07:002004-06-15T15:48:22.376-07:00mooning
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Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1087277680962187922004-06-14T22:10:00.000-07:002004-06-14T22:34:40.963-07:00friendster, the hero
it all started last saturday when i got another message from another random girl complimenting both my artistic and photographic prowess, and kickbutt musical taste. this young lass's name was jaqueline, and while i've yet to hear back from her, it's a sacrifice i'm willing to make given the new developments of the last 24 hours.
some of you, the faithful who've been Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1087197715795043402004-06-14T00:00:00.000-07:002004-06-14T00:21:55.796-07:00van morrison
i think i was like around 11 or 12 when i saw "an american werewolf in london", and i remember when the main character engages in sexual intercourse with his ladyfriend, while moondance is playing on the sountrack. after that, anytime i heard that song, all i thought about was werewolf lovin' and it used to make me giggle, immature fiend that i am.
then, when she came back from Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1087017904058388862004-06-11T22:13:00.000-07:002004-06-11T22:25:04.056-07:00another job
i've been working at this job every year for the last four years, but i've yet to mention it to you guys. it usually starts around early to mid april, and ends sometime in june, but, depending on fate, can end in may. this job is something that requires alot of faith and spiritual energy. i dedicate myself pretty religiously to this line of work. i'm a professional hater of the Los Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1086848703940370722004-06-09T22:43:00.000-07:002004-06-09T23:25:03.940-07:00where's my spidey signal??
i bought a box of rice krispies based solely on the fact that it had a little light-throwing spider-man signal web-shooter in the box. and when i opened it this morning, it was missing!
when i was a little josh, i sent away for an official batman cape, from the cereal that came out right after the first movie. it cost 4 upc's and 2.50 for shipping and handling.
i'm Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1086767006983186962004-06-09T00:40:00.000-07:002004-06-09T00:43:26.983-07:00an epic post of epic porportions!
ok, i'm serious. i'm writing a big entry about this weekend, and it's turning into a short story, though non-fiction. i'm on the fifth single spaced page, which is more than i've writting in a loooooong time. but the thing is, by the time i'm done, the weekend will have been long gone. wish me luck.
come on, you two, i said wish me luck!
feeling: excited Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1086668500310180772004-06-07T21:08:00.000-07:002004-06-07T21:21:40.310-07:00but wait...there's more!
vince is married. jessica is married. deanna is leaving.
i'm depressed.
i was writing like gangbusters before i got home...now i've hit a wall. but my trip is being recounted in detail. it'll be posted soon enough. not like anyone is still reading this anyway.
feeling: shit
thinking of: abandonment
song of the day: the scientist - coldplay
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1086285113877293792004-06-03T10:14:00.000-07:002004-06-03T10:51:53.876-07:00wednesday: an account
really, this story starts tuesday night, when, in the darkness of the night, my mom came into my room, and asked if i'd gone to bed yet. keep in mind, i'm asleep when she asks this, and the asking is what wakes me up.
"it's storming really bad outside, and the power went out...so i just wanted you to know" she says. i gather up my watch, and joshua bear as i do not want Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1086153424115457442004-06-01T21:49:00.000-07:002004-06-01T22:17:04.116-07:00bad music
remember when i was on hold with msn for like two hours, trying to undo the shit that was perpetrated on me by some bastard hacker's virus? well, i said that the music that was played while i was on hold was most assuredly the anthem of hell, and was probably played as a detterent to actual customer service.
well, i must say that i perhaps spoke a little too quickly -- jumped the gunJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1086064080896148192004-05-31T21:21:00.000-07:002004-05-31T21:42:25.560-07:00the onion
i've been reading the onion since 'our dumb century' came out a few years ago. anyways, in lieu of any real thought provoking ideas today, i'm just gonna toss out a dozen or so headlines that made me laugh lately...
COP KILLS OWN PARTNER, VOWS TO TRACK SELF DOWN
ZOMBIE CORPSE OF SCATMAN CROTHERS SPEAKS OUT AGAINST TELEMARKETING SCAMS
NEVADA TO PHASE OUT LAWS ALTOGETHER
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1085977217236302332004-05-30T20:59:00.000-07:002004-05-30T21:20:17.236-07:00karma
i was downtown tonight, after i got off work, walking from the train station to the bus stop. i saw a guy, probably about my age running with a desperation in his gait that means only one thing - the bus is pulling away. sure enough, i toss my peepers a bit further down the way, and see a bus stopped at a red light about a block away.
cut back to my man runnin his fool legs off, and i Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1085768630214950112004-05-28T09:53:00.000-07:002004-05-28T11:28:03.143-07:00Garbage Epiphany
i should point out first that tuesday and friday is trash day. but the thing is, the trash man comes to the house, generally within a window of three to four hours after i've gone to bed, and therefore, it's my domestic chore to lug those bags o' crap out there before i go to bed monday and thursday nights.
so this is what i was doing last night, taking out the garbage, in theJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1085717194045745732004-05-27T20:34:00.000-07:002004-05-28T01:04:02.710-07:00Life Lessons from the Sopranos
i wrote about sex and the city quite some time ago, and at the end of that entry, i said i'd probably write about the sopranos soon. well, that was before the fifth season started, and now it's almost over - one more episode to go. now, be advised, if you're into the show, and you haven't been apprised of what's going on lately, and you don't want to know, read no Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656546.post-1085625728385704692004-05-26T19:26:00.000-07:002004-05-26T19:42:08.386-07:00victory dance
after a positively dreadful monday, i was thinking it was going to be a shitty week. i mean, hell, i started tuesday on three hours sleep and with a full day of work to look forward to? yipee.
but, i did alright. and halfway through the workday, i skipped across the street to target and picked up the return of the king. keep your anti-dork jeers to yourself! those little hobbits Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17337949134734483837noreply@blogger.com0