:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Thursday, October 24, 2002 ::

Boring short list for the sake of making a Liszt.

1) Self loathing: I left my wallet in my pants pocket last night. I did the laundry. Luckily, everything is still intact (I had my social security card and a paycheck in there). I hate myself though. I'll let mistakes like that slide...but in some areas of life- mistakes are unnacceptable. (like leaving your kid in a car on a hot day) Or, if someone was walking on a tightrope above you, and suddenly they fell- that would be completely unacceptable.

2) I forgot that I need to play guitar everyday. I played today, and man did it feel good. How could I forget? What was I thinking?

3) You are what you eat. I ate the same meal thrice in a row (dinner, breakfast) but it wasn't leftovers, I actually made the same meal twice- cabbage, porridge and chicken. Then, at work, I had chicken (for free, it was a mistake). I'm all Fowled out. I hope my punishment will be merciful (from the chicken gods) I need a superstitious wife to remind me not to do shit like this. (eat too much of one thing) By the way, why is the chicken associated w/being fearful? I guess they are kinda easy to scare, but so are a lot of other animals- like snails and ants...they are the real chickenshits! They're terrified of me, they just can't show it as well I guess.

4) I wish my number was 222-2222. Then, when someone asked for my number, I'd say "just dial 2 for awhile...and when I pick up, you will know that you have reached me" (Mitch Hedberg quote)

5) Must see: Bowling for Columbine, Punchdrunk. Jon Brion, one of my favorite musicians/producers did some of the music for Punchdrunk I believe... also, director P.T Anderson is no slouch either.

6) Jason Falkner!!!! Nov 16. @ Bottom of The Hill! Ron Sexsmith this friday @ the Cellar!!!! Aimee Mann is coming to town!

:: Ol Man Factory 10/24/2002 10:53:00 AM [+] ::
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2 things: New Song
Stache! (as an old Englishman)

:: Ol Man Factory 10/21/2002 04:13:00 AM [+] ::
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Went to a meat market w/some acquaintances. Some funny/weird shit happened. Said acquaintances and I got kinda drunk... one of the guys I was with was all fired up and grabbing girls hands and kissing them (on the hand.)

It was pretty bad... I kept my distance and played my usual wallflower role. After striking out for the nth time, handkisser started pressuring me to hit on girls. I said "uh...that's cool... I'm just chillin'" (I'm pretty shy when it comes to this kind of shit.)

Handkisser: "Dude, you are gay"
Me: "No I'm not"
HK: "Prove it! Prove to me you're not gay"
Me: "Fuck you man, why do i have to PROVE anything?"
HK: "Prove to me you're not gay!"
Me: "Ok, how bout I hump your leg and when I do not climax- you will know I am not gay"
HK: "Prove it"
Me: "Fuck you man!"

Just then, a girl made eye contact w/me and we smiled at each other. We exchanged names and she asked me to dance. I said "ok". She led me to the dance floor and we danced and talked... I felt exactly 13 years old- 7th grade dance all over again- they were even playing the same music that they did at the Diamond Middle School dance circa 1987 (Horrid dance rendition of Bryan Adam's "Heaven"). She was a sweetheart, but she was a bit young for me and totally not my "type" (though I don't even know what my type is recently). She kept on saying "You're HEEEEELLLLLAAA COOOL". Then, out of nowhere Handkisser and other friend came and did a little celebratory "Goh not gay" dance and then left. Pretty lame. She said "Your friends are HEEEEEELLLLAAA COOOOL! I'm SOOOOOOO fucked up!"
I found out she was visiting from Ohio for a few days- wished each other well and that was that. Kind of a weird night because I usually keep to myself.

I think I am going to act as gay as possible when around "Handkisser" from now on just to piss him off.

Jerry Springer final thoughts: Why is it so hard for me to smile at/talk to girls I am attracted to? Shallow and spineless, I know. This girl was not ugly, but at the same time I wasn't really attracted to her. Not that I am someone who girls swoon over at first sight, but you know that feeling you get when you get eye-contact w/someone who might be special? I call it "bitchquake"- sounds derogatory, but it's not meant to be.

More like "sonofabitch- what's happening? Why does the earth quake so when I see you?" Maybe I should rename it Sonofabitchquake. Anyway, I guess I'm looking for a mutual sonofabitchquake. (again, shallow- I know)

"You know my type? Someone who likes me."
-unknown

:: Ol Man Factory 10/21/2002 02:00:00 AM [+] ::
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