2001-11-04

red hot chili peppers made the song 'give it away', and it never went away, it plays on and on in radio heaven, right here. what i got you got to get it put it in you. ugh. i really don't think that they are that 'funky' OR 'fresh'.

in other news ... life is a grand opera. i ran into jeanette downtown while i was walking with kelli. it was girlfriends past meets present. such drama. later on kelli and i had dinner, but our apetites were gone.

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snickers chocolate high, now listening to crappy crappy k-roc, snickers because its the days after halloween, and the office is full of sweets. the music is that white man is now lost, waiting for the rappers to show him the way to make money (and make good music again), type of music. choc full of generalities, heavy breathing, crooning with no voice training. Eddie Vedder: the voice that launched a thousand horrendous lead singers. makes you long for the days of stone temple pilots; mediocrity that's just not sure of itself is better than crap that is so assertive. any way whatever.

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turned the radio off. turn the head on. i've come far these last few years, huh? not too shabby. i've got a great girlfriend. I can afford to work on art. i procrastinate to no end. but that's ok.

-- if there's help, i'll take it. i'm schooled to believe in the helping hand, in the good will of man. and its led me to traps i haven't even percieved. i've been buttfucked before, without even knowing it. -- on the radio is this ridiculous song "don't you know trying to stop freedom,is like trying to stop the yankees -- how you doin? new york and the yankees go hand in hand, they may be down but their never out." let's chant all the players names, role call... "god bless the yankees, and god bless america, how you doin" -- my hair is pulled up into this aerodynamic spike on top of my head. it shows off my receding hair line. the natural oils of a day's work are holding it straight up, with some water to help. then i've got this great amish beard that makes me appear on the whole, alien. or at least from tennessee. -- you should see my hair. it looks like a cross between elvis and elroy from the jetsons. in case you haven't figured it out, im putting in entries in between work. this is how much free time i have. -- hmm , stayed at work a half hour extra, just because i love it here so much. the guy that just came in isn't sure if he is supposed to start his shift now(4 pm) , or at midnite. Poor guy. this place is confusing. the advent of 'email' actually disrupts communication between higher paids and low-paids. they assume we read their loads of e messages. they don't have to take the time to actually talk to us, face to face any more. what a relief the technological age has brought! im out. love peace, yada.