this one is kind of half-assed
“ball and biscuit” by the White Stripes. I listen to this song an awful lot, so it doesn’t work to assign just one place to it. but, that’s kind of the point of all of this, so.
I remember this song from that drive out to Las Vegas a few years ago. I was on the big Navajo reservation in Arizona. it was March, so it was kind of chilly. but sunny, kind of the way it was today in town, with large clouds and all.
I had an OK day today.
I didn’t do anything, really. but I got a few things done. if only a few. if you have nothing to do some day, and you really do nothing, like barely get off the couch, the day will suck.
but I, what, I got groceries, did laundry and rearranged furniture, which means it’s kind of clean. kind of … if you don’t know this, I’m a fucking slob. telling you, it’s awful.
but tomorrow. tomorrow I’m hunting this book down. “the Gulf War did not take place” by Jean Baudrillard. good stuff, I hear. and Charlottesville has a couple of bookstores I haven’t gone through. Barnes & Noble doesn’t count. and I’m rearranging more furniture. and I’m dropping off a bunch of clothes at the Salvation Army. and I’m not sleeping through my alarm.
You should check out the bookstore on Elliewood Ave. on the corner (the street Starbucks is on) – I could spend hours in there.
if an ex calls you past 10 p.m., even though it’s not your fault. it still is.
duh
i drank breast milk at work today on accident. a woman pumps for her new born. i was filching from the community refrigerator, i wanted milk and there was a plastic container with some in there…no one buys 1/2 gallons or anything so i thought someone brought in their own little cup…i drank milk from my co-workers tittie.
so how did it taste? and is she hot?
not good. not hot. HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA!