August 8th, 2003

ringwraith

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one hundred & eighty-nine (189). the aproximate number of toilet paper rolls two males go through over the course of two (2) years. experimental data courtesy of me & aaron, who didn't throw out our empty rolls for the duration. there was the lean times of kleenex, but you know. aproximate.

you know that shit, where that paramount mountain from the credits, is like, the mountain of the movie in questions first act? that shit is tight. i can't get enough of that shit. but you know, on an unrelated note? tomb raider: cradle of life is a fuck awful movie.

while i was packing up demario & ryan kept me company. we drank gin & played poker, of which i won grand master supreme title. all while listening to they might be giants, while demario was like, astounded by how nihilistic the motherfuckers were.

oh i know i have a week left in the state of ohio but i am not going to be tied down here much longer. tommorow me & cortney are going to get my move on. i fully intend to ask her if she has any intention of maybe visiting me once i get my own place. its so fucking weird to have my best friend of old tangled up in this web of whatever. though thats a real hindsight view of course. that old carosuel chestnut.
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    i raise five (5)
m-ouse ears.

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the best reason i can come up with for why the girl working the counter at bottles 101 is hot in an ugly kind of way is because she reminds me of the hallie richwine? woah! ctm, i suppose. maybe when hallie & i live in cities near each other we will be on the red velvet ropeless list of each others re-aquantince. that'd be alright with me.

you know what else would be great? if my eyes stopped watering or if i at least stopped rubbing them. packing up my possessions has stirred up a great many dust mites & my allergies are going fucking nuts. on top of that, i caught (& subsequently killed) a mosquito that was just flying around inside my apartment. just chillin'.
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    on your marks. get set.
m-ouse ears.

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moving went fucking flawlessly thanks to nineof26 & pilesofyogurt. once we got to mentor to unload things i sort of got into a bad mood, like my brain was all "wait, what the fuck, i thought you told me we were moving to new york. this is moving in with your mother, you fucking tool!" & i got all frustrated with where to put what boxes, but that was all after most of everything had been moved out of the van, so it was alright.

after that cortney & i laid on the floor being sort of silly, then we drank some gin & milk while watching mtv. but then we went to the beach, & everything was awfully sublime. just, i don't know. it was sort of like the way it used to be, just swimming out in the water & going down to touch the bottom so she wouldn't be frightened. then coming in & her laying in the sun while i threw rocks into the waves. just a lot of moment to moment good. i told her about how while i see an attraction in the flicker & douse, i am more about blotting the sun out. then we'd go back in the water. its difficult to capture, really. just really nice.

now i have to start putting the archives of my ohio life into order & start forming the seed of my new york life. if life is really the proper term for this subtle persisting me.
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    lake eerie.