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Saturday, January 24, 2004
Happy birthday, word for word!
I'll post a day in the life, too! Today, I got up at 9:00 and (in hopes of evading me mother) jumped on the computer bright and early. I played this game until 1:10, which makes me feel pathetic. Then we went and got groceries, and I did some moving of stuff from next door in the bitter cold. Then I played the computer some more. I'm so boring. I've failed you all. I'm...I'm sorry. I have been listening to Gravity a bit lately, and I realised that..it doesn't suck at all. The music is actually still very strong. In fact, it's stronger than Spiritual Machines. I still love you, Bring Back the Sun. In Memory of Petey [Steven] Time:7:45 PM
Happy anniversary, Word for Word!
To celebrate, A Day in the Life. I got up at 6.30, got showered and dressed and began walking through the snow to the bus stop. I started thinking about how bad it would be if I missed it, so I ran to the end of the street. The lack of oxygen in the cold air made it difficult to breathe. I turned onto the main street, but no busses were forthcoming. I was glad for the run anyways. The road belonging to the curb I was standing at was quiet and eerie. The makings of a sunrise, the streetlights, and the fresh snow on the road all combined for a very strange effect. It looked like the stage of a fifties musical without any actors on it. Maybe because it was Saturday and they got the day off. It felt good to be thinking like this again, it was a lot better than last night. I was happy that last night was over and I wasn't empty any more. Later, after work, I went for lunch in a cafe. I saw an old friend there who I hadn't seen in months, or perhaps years. He asked me if I was working at the book shop downstairs now, and I said I was, and that John was at school in Winnipeg. He was with someone, so I went and sat down and waited for my sandwich. The man sitting beside me was looking at the paper, and I noticed a handwritten manuscript beside him. I got my sandwich and began eating and he put away the paper and started to write. He wrote one sentence very quickly, and then looked it over and watched the traffic for awhile, took a sip of coffee or a bite of his muffin, and then wrote another sentence, always quickly, as if he did not want to lose it. Sometimes he crossed out words, but he made steady progress filling the empty page. My friend was leaving so I said goodbye to him and he told me to say hello to the family, and I said to take care. I finished my sandwich and when I left the man was still writing. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:6:06 PM Friday, January 23, 2004
I wish I was him, he has no enemies. says:
like me the hell up. .. I wish I was him, he has no enemies. says: you're really pounding me these days I wish I was him, he has no enemies. says: :'( I'm a lover, and I'm a sinner says: ;) In Memory of Petey [Steven] Time:8:07 PM Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Waxing poetical - Word for Word Haiku
what vibrant life here! what joy and love and peace and... control, alt, delete. the keyboard ticking try something funny this time all you see is crap am I impotent? steve told everyone I am he's a real bastard try to copy us soon you'll find that you are... or rather, aren't. a day in the life: woke up, did almost nothing and now here I sit parodies abound, yet not only parodies but there also love. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:1:46 PM Sunday, January 18, 2004
I apologise on David's behalf. He's had a lot of anger problems - especially toward women - ever since the..accident. Having your manly parts crushed in an automobile accident - being caused by a woman - is not easy to live with. I'm sorry for him, that he must be so angered toward women because he cannot function like a man, and every swayed set of hips or lucious bosom makes him crazy because he can do nothing about it.
In Memory of Petey [Steven] Time:2:15 PM |
