Seattle treats everyone like a drunk in bed...
...washing dirty bums with rain like dishes on the floor.
Got off work, my spine started rejecting the world again, so I took a bunch of advil and went out anyway. Now I am at the office using the computer and trying to ignore the flashing bar signs across the street. Beer? NO! must resist! What the holy FUCK is wrong with me? I need to go home, eat, watch a movie and go to bed. Very difficult to resist the urge to go procrastinate at a bar. Feel shifty, irritable, want beer and cigarettes and loud old school punk rock and for some reason today of all days I am really bitter about being an adult. I mean, I just don't want to have to THINK about this shit anymore. Bills, job, creative endeavors, future plans.. I feel like all the shit I usually care about, am even proud of, is well..just a big drag. Fuck the world, what the hell do I care if President Bushy Bunny-Pants wants to shit all over everyone, what the fuck does it really matter how much socialist/anarchist/activist bullshit I or anyone else churns out? I just don't want to care anymore. I just want to get drunk, smoke like I'm having new lungs put in next week, listen to music that sounds like two undead cats fucking/killing each other, break stuff, limit my usually expansive vocabulary to Fuck/Shit/Hell/Macaroni, but above all... I want to go to a bar so that when some drunk drooly asshole wants to tell me my boots are "Soo, like, HOT", I will not say a word. I will simply reach wordlessly into my crotch..yank out my tampon and then throw it across the room and see if it sticks to the wall.
You know what I mean?
I just want to bleed all over the place..
because damn it...I just don't want to give a fuck
at all.
but, um..I think I''ll just go home and hang out with my cat...and maybe I'll take out the garbage.
Got off work, my spine started rejecting the world again, so I took a bunch of advil and went out anyway. Now I am at the office using the computer and trying to ignore the flashing bar signs across the street. Beer? NO! must resist! What the holy FUCK is wrong with me? I need to go home, eat, watch a movie and go to bed. Very difficult to resist the urge to go procrastinate at a bar. Feel shifty, irritable, want beer and cigarettes and loud old school punk rock and for some reason today of all days I am really bitter about being an adult. I mean, I just don't want to have to THINK about this shit anymore. Bills, job, creative endeavors, future plans.. I feel like all the shit I usually care about, am even proud of, is well..just a big drag. Fuck the world, what the hell do I care if President Bushy Bunny-Pants wants to shit all over everyone, what the fuck does it really matter how much socialist/anarchist/activist bullshit I or anyone else churns out? I just don't want to care anymore. I just want to get drunk, smoke like I'm having new lungs put in next week, listen to music that sounds like two undead cats fucking/killing each other, break stuff, limit my usually expansive vocabulary to Fuck/Shit/Hell/Macaroni, but above all... I want to go to a bar so that when some drunk drooly asshole wants to tell me my boots are "Soo, like, HOT", I will not say a word. I will simply reach wordlessly into my crotch..yank out my tampon and then throw it across the room and see if it sticks to the wall.
You know what I mean?
I just want to bleed all over the place..
because damn it...I just don't want to give a fuck
at all.
but, um..I think I''ll just go home and hang out with my cat...and maybe I'll take out the garbage.
posted by Human at 8:35 PM
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