am i really listening to Soul Asylum right now???? shit, i am.

i want to reflect on the nature of decision making. Or, I want you to,

because i don't. My smaller aggressive (and emotionally and physically

superior) counterpart makes all the calls sometimes, leaving me far behind.

It's the part that feels like it's led in front of me by a fishhook through

the gut that gets to make all the calls, the one who fucks, dances, screws

up... all of it. I can feel myself doing things before the wheels even turn

once. I'm promised off by my stomach before my brain turns it's attention.

Maybe it's better that way. What do you think?

 

This will eventually lead to my giving up everything i do now for an

internship with Barack Obama on how to actually giove a shit about people.

 

this might not make sense, because i am at Jinx, and they put

methamphetamines in their coffee, and i've had 3 cups.

 

Word on the street says Bush has a 34% approval rating, the worst second

term rating since Nixon. Hmmm...

 

there's not actually gonna be a draft, but some paraphrasing mishap will

lead to thousands ending up in IRAQ against their will. (-12%)

 

We're (the Hawks as they call 'em- and not the good ones that were at

Newport either) "eyeing up Iran for some potential Freedeom" (-24%)

 

((and this is the one that makes my blood boil)) Bush was heard on NPR tues

am saying that he considers it a victory in IRAQ if anyone votes at all on

Jan 30th. "The Fact that they're voting" i think was the quote in relation

to what he thought was the greatest victory. VVVVVVV

 

somehow this doesn't make me feel guilty about laying in bed at 12pm working

from home with one hand eating a grilled cheese laughing at text messages

making up band names dreaming of sushi drawing cartoons or writing stupid

run-on sentences (like every boy hasn't already considered that he was some

bullshit Kerouac before)

 

mmmmmmmmmm...wasabi tobiko

Done