Thursday, January 13, 2005

I have finally felt the ultimate disappointment. It came to me at approximately 1:56am on Thursday. I was on my way home from the bar and I was starving. Actually this just happened so I’m not sure why I’m telling this like an old tale from the fucking sea. I stopped and turned around to see that Paesan’s was closed. I swear there is no feeling worse than being prepared to spend a buck-seventy-five on the best slice of cheese in Albany and find the “parlor” closed. Fuck that. It’s 2 in the morning, I’m coming from the bar, I want a fucking slice. It’s that simple. I don’t care if SUNY isn’t in session yet, I’m fucking hungry. Now I’m sitting here writing about how hungry I am getting very angry. Sure I could easily walk downstairs and make a sandwich, but how much would that suck? It would be cold and not very cheesy. Damn, I’m hungry. I’m going to need to seriously re-evaluate the layout of this house. The kitchen is so far away. Damn.

Is it wrong that I’ve been ordering from Paesan’s every week for the last (almost) 4 years and I’m still not completely sure how if I’m spelling it right? I start to worry and then realize that Italians run the place and they aren’t real people with real feelings. Feelings beyond, “you still got 26 championships to go,” “we got tha unit!,” and “it’s not that small,” anyway. Hmm…

Okay, pertaining (I don’t think I’ve ever used that word while writing…interesting. (Not really)) to the last post: I know it sucked. The point is that I haven’t written in over a month and I need to get back on the fucking horse somehow. So just bear with me as I try to get going again. This is the longest consecutive string of words I've put together since I costed through Senior Seminar. I need sleep. Fuck off.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

A new fucking post!

This isn't much, but it's a start.

I have to get back on the wagon.

It’s 3:30 in the morning and this is the first time I’ve written anything other than my name in broken cursive in a little over a month. I was in bed with my eyes closed and for some reason I decided that I needed to write. Well, either that or floss. I knew I needed to do something that I didn’t do habitually. I know this isn’t much but it’s a start. Maybe it was the two extremely awsomeful (a new word I made up for something that is so terrible it is great) movies in a row tonight. The first was called Orange Bounty or something awful like that. It was about a bounty hunter in a post-apocalyptic world (any film with the term “post-apocalyptic” in the synopsis is bound to suck like *insert New York Giants joke here*) avenging the murder of his twin brother. I don’t know what else to say about this movie except – at least – it wasn’t U.S. Seals. Any film that concludes it’s big “You’re a conformist who doesn’t understand what the world is really about” – speech with the sentence: “I’m going to rip off your jaw and shit down your wind-pipe” – really speaks for itself I think. Again, I know this isn’t much, but it’s a start. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go floss.