I'm sitting in a restaurant in Moses Lake, Washington and I'm extinguishing my sixth cup of weak coffee. I'm exhausted and my bus doesnt come until 3:45, 3 hours and seven minutes from now. If you were awake, I'd call you. I'd read you the paper I just wrote that seems brilliant now but is going to be hateful to me tomorrow. I'd tell you that theres smudged ink on the outside knuckle of my pinkie finger from the weird way I hold a pencil & I've been writing for hours now. I'd ask you to remind me to call the cake tomorrow between 3 and five. I'd ask about your sunday, and your sundae, and express how uncomfortable I am to be sitting here.
I wonder if I'm going to start editing now. I have to pee again for the 3rd time in 20 minutes, but I'm worried about leaving my stuff here.
What is it called when the mineral content of the water makes it so the soap wont wash off? The water is like that here. I want to brush my teeth. I'm going to hate myself tomorrow because I'm not going to sleep at all tonight and I stayed out until 4 last night. I made out in a car by the river. It was just like old times and it made me sad. I drove my old car home from church and I told my mom I was going to get married in that car and she said "Fine. Whatever." It's easy to write like this. That other writing is certainly harder. I'm so tired. I'm so, so tired. Remember last Easter?
it is easier to write like this than to write a paper, or something of the sort. i have the same problem. i can blog, or email the most brilliant work, and can't get it together to write 4 pages on henry the fifth for school. go figure.
Posted by: sassylittlepunkin at April 22, 2003 05:24 AM"brilliance comes more easy, to the gifted, than the mundane
to shine is not to undermine the status quo
and, if you must, then live your life out
drinking wine with gifted bums
we love you for yourself, and that's enough"
...type damn you *insert cliched smiley here*
Posted by: deflated kazoo at April 22, 2003 06:21 AMI think it's "hard water" when the minerals are high and soap won't sud. We chew the water here in Texas. It's fortified. And then we pee out tiny rocks.
Never had trouble writing anything. Was born to write. About anything. Unfortunately, was not born to make cognitive sentences or always be interesting. Words are my friends; words are my enemies. Whatever.
Posted by: Texas T-Bone at April 22, 2003 09:06 AMmr t-bone,
you stole my blog template style thing! it was kind of scary and weird to see your blog. sorta like one of them 80's flicks where the older dude and the younger kid swap bodies, or like the hot chick. you get to be rob schnieder, though. i am the sexy lollipopper.
Posted by: matt at April 22, 2003 06:22 PMps: http://www.femaleadvantage.com
is this necessary?
Totally off topic: just realized there is another person in this world (you) who hates the word...panties - insert shudder -
Once my friend told me a story: goes like this: In China you can buy young girl's panties in vending machines. The End.
I almost died.
Posted by: Ms. Pirate Pants at April 23, 2003 01:21 AMMatt: I guess some girls just can't get it up. Are you condemning me for making out by the river? I won't stand for it.
Ms Pants: Man, that word is horrible, but I bet that story is true.
Posted by: sonya at April 23, 2003 02:15 AMno condemnation, here. just a newfound, intensely awkward mental image of you making out WITH a river....
Posted by: matt at April 23, 2003 11:46 AM