2006-04-09 - 4:08 p.m.
So I am looking through my buddy list this week, and I see that the Quoted diary hasn't been updated in two months, and I think:
What kind of freakin' butt-fat-for-brains nincompoopery is the idiot who is supposed to be maintaining Quoted up to anywho?
Yeah, I know, I know, I am the idiot of which I speak and I don't really have any good excuses. I haven't accomplished any major feats like teaching blind kids how to beat up deaf kids, or discovering a better olive stuffing to replace the pimento. I have basically become my Tivo's bee-otch and Netflix's whore. And I have been writing more in my own blog. Still, nothing as monumental as writing a Quoted entry.
Having said that, I am going to try to keep up with my Quoted reading from here on out. I'm a new man. Also, the check is in the mail, this car was only driven on Sundays by a little old lady and of course I will respect you in the morning. But hey, don't take my word for it...
No, that's it, just don't take my word for it.
And now...da Quotes...
okay I'm at the public library right now and I just realized that the little old lady sitting next to me is really a guy. which is awkward and kinda creepy. Hope he doesn't see this!
Obviously I just need to get laid, but I’d prefer to think of it as an existential crisis.
Nothing is clear, and there is such a fear of instability and insolvency, I cling to the known, the certain, the sameness as comfort, as all I know, and this is the death inside me. This stagnancy bred by complacency, this is the soul killing that I engage in regularly, however subconsciously, and then I wonder how I got here, and how it is I got so old, and I think how it's too late, really, for anything...
I'm an enlightened, sensitive, new age, metropolitan redneck.
An old, homeless man yelled at me today "I like your shirt"
"I also like your legs."
It's good to know that I can still attract the old, homeless men.