29 February 2008

I bought a 500gb harddrive to save my memories and two bottles of wine to forget them.

The crawl home contentious, the drive home weary and dreadful, the walk home always is.

Get home, sit there and stare into the television that you have for 8 months not. Get home and do not feel sorry for yourself, like you have for the past 8 months. Where you get is not home of course, you left home.

This bed is not mine. It has not been made concave by my body. It will not slide Jules into its center. It will not slide anyone. These sheets are not mine. They are cleaned way more often than mine ever were. This carpet is not mine. I hate carpet. This refrigerator is not mine. It is half the size of mine.

I had three bowls of cereal for dinner, in a bowl that is not mine & with a spoon that is way too big and makes me regret the amount of Honey Bunches of Oats I can fit into my mouth.

I pretend that I am ok here by myself with nothing to do. I don’t want to be a professional cyclist. My femurs aren’t long enough anyway.

10 comments:

edwardsbertrand said...

Hey. Sorry to hear about the large spoon and small fridge. These things can eat one's soul. Hang in there, man, because something big is going to happen.

kazman said...

i have a mandolin

i play it all night long

it makes me want to kill myself



i also have a dobo

gg said...

Reveal yourself! Who is this kazman??

chic said...

Feel better.

shawzam said...

oh ya, you must have forgotten to update your blog too

C Money

and why can't I post as anonymus?

id* said...

gg.
i hear you are going to be around san jose for a while... drop by. we'll give ya a corona light and we can hit the hills.

shawzam said...

corona light, perfectly california

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biblicone said...

That spoon to bowl ratio almost is pretty much a shovel in a cup. I have a guest room for you.