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[8.05.04] one. two. three. i just wanted a white folding chair. and that’s exactly what i got. so i went to ikea this past weekend. the next i plan on nothing. i find that things go better that way. i'm tired. i want to be me. so much for the better. i want a lot of things i guess. i think that is my problem. because you see it’s no good wanting things. that just wont do. it is the having part that makes the shapes. a couple spins and here we are. today. i never promised i would stay the same. i’m not. but it’s almost like we counted on it.
[7.17.04] okay. so there is undisclosed location where i eat chinese food. Biweekly in fact. we’ll call it ‘the place right next to mira mesa marketplace that’s a skip and hop away from ralphs’. and this place is crawling with twins. i kid you not. well one pair of said identicals turned out to be sister in laws. that incident completely defined my good natured attempt at being observant as demi-racist. but i beg to differ. because there are twins. oh yes. and at present i am on assignment to prove this. granted they belong to the staff, and are all relatives, i think they look alike for different reasons. they are twins. and there is no denying it. because sister in laws are still sisters by law. and i’ll be damned if by law these two arent identical. so there you have it. and one more thing. their seafood soup is. it just simply is. there are no others as far as i’m concerned. suck it.
[7.11.04] it's just me and my pseudo-sexual shirt. it is black nonetheless and everything is a-okay.i say sexual because of the direct positive correlation to amount of cleavage and use of said word. i'm a dork. that's the pseudo 'why'. as to your 'question mark' i'm terribly bored. as to mine, why suburbia question mark. we could have just as easily pirated the moon from the lunar people. as of right now i could be on the other side, unadultered by the eyes of the earthlings. bah. the day is mine. and it is quite possibly the shirt period
[6.30.04] today is wednesday. the last one in june. and i'm still up to the same old tricks. 'that frankly does not fly' my hair does though. with wings. the ones above my ears. i hope they help me get to tomorrow faster. in all honesty, i'm terribly bored. i unofficially hate my hair.honestly. the curls anyway.pending a hair cut. which is officially schedueled for no time soon. until then, i'll be the first man in flight. via hair. but we've taken this too far. i want to walk. you can come too. because two is a very natural number. i have two eyes. that car has two wheels. from this side of the street anyway.
[6.24.04] i don’t like shoes. they melt my forehead. but good boys wear their shoes. my shoes wear me. i like white shoes. they are wearing me right now. in fact. do not dismay.The forementioned forehead was caught in a cup of iced tea. the fan, however, has actually decorated my wall with the rest of it. i love my fan. but it cant have my hair. hair is for winners. i won today. it is unofficially mine. i heard bob saget say ‘shit’. mind you in a movie. but none-the-less life changing. i feel this is the time to say. thank you. thank you fan. for art. thank you white shoes. for wearing me. thank you good boys. for wearing your shoes. thank you bob. for saying shit. And thank you you. for reading this. and we must not neglect our friends the wood gnomes. three cheers for david and lisa. i don’t like shoes. i like white shoes
