I'd love to get drunk right now and meet one. One good thing about Alex, is he knows where to find assholes. One bad thing about Alex is that he is one. Trade-off. He's the only cunt that'll call me up to go drinking. He called several times on thursday, but I didn't answer because I knew I couldn't go for studying and I didn't want to get into a discussion on it. I should call him up first thing next friday, when exams are over. "Right-o, I'll meetcha at the Bar at 8. I'm buying."
Who the hell will I be drinking with in Galveston? Maybe I won't drink there. Maybe I'll be going home too often and drinking retro. Maybe I won't drink at all up there. I hope not. I don't drink alone in my apartment, and I've got a small bar there. But I've been meaning to get out more, get social. I'll start going to some of the decent bars (assuming there are any on the island). I went to one on my interview at UTMB and it was some 'irish' bar. (ed. note: Real Irish Bars do not play top 40 on the muzak.)
Aeh. I've got cramps in my belly. It hurts. Damn you pave, I will see your dessicated carcass strewn down the road like so much tattered and eroded tumbleweed!!
I've got to get up at 6:30 to go to Mother's day breakfast w/ Mr. Jimmy and my mom and grandmother. Jesus crist in a fucking handbasket. Bad food on a sick stomach on a Sunday with 4 hours of fake-smile cramping and small-talk tension headaches.
Has anybody ever heard 'Wammo'? He's a spoken-word artist, made one album in 93 and does work with Al Jourgenson with Lard now, I hear. Excellent album he did. I hate spoken word, but my friend Levi and I know it word for word, and I insist on it being played every time we get sauced in large numbers.
God.. is it time to crash yet? ..
I've been jerking off too much, I think. I'm reticent to go to bed because I don't want to deal with it. I have crossed the line, I have repulsed myself. I'm making excuses. I have stepped into the 5th circle of Hell.
I'm not changing the subject, because you want me to.. I've not jerked off with the aid of printed media for some time now, I count it in the years. Good imagination? Naw, I've been sufficing on reruns for fortnights now. I don't meet anyone new, because I'm set in my ways: I don't work, I go to my classes and go straight home, and go to bars with friends to drink and leave. I'm obnoxious and loud, except when I'm inaudibly quiet and withdrawn. In other words, PORNO STAR! .. no, I'm sorry. that wasn't what I meant. I meant to say, TRAPPIST MONK! ... no, oh well. either way, I'm not a chick magnet. I used to be, to be sure. I looked much different and acted differently then, so I could understand. I'll take my unattractiveness to women (my unattractiveness seems unfortunately not to apply to men) as a blessing, an umbrella to shield me from distraction while I get my grad work done. I'll pick up the mad chix when I'm a Ph.D., yo.