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The tomboy
The cheerleader
The high-maintenance one
The sweet one
The bitchy one
The wrestler
The skinny one
The short one
The cutter
The fat one
The tall one
The one who dumped me on Valentines Day
The one I dumped the day after Christmas
The one who dumped me with a typed letter
The artistic one
The one I broke up with, twice
The dumb one
The innocent one
The problem solver
The one who broke my heart
The one whose heart I broke
The dancer
The experienced one
The depressed one
The cheerful one
The one who hated her father
The one who loved my mother
The one who cheated on me
The one who circled yes
The one who couldn’t say no
The one I scared away
The smart one
The one who broke up with me, twice
The musician
In case you couldn’t tell, I didn’t do much this weekend. I mostly sat around watching movies and playing Jade Empire on the Xbox. It was just the kind of weekend I needed, though putting off cleaning means my place is still a bit of a mess. Parts of it anyway, I guess I’ve matured to the point of wanting to put the effort into keeping my place clean. For the first time in my life, my bedroom is always near spotless. Aside from the bed needing to made, the dirtiest it gets is a pair of still clean jeans on the chest at the foot of bed. The office seems to stay clean too, probably because I don’t like having a cluttered workspace. Yes, it’s true I actually do work in my office, another testament to my newfound maturity. I just need to clean up my kitchen and the area directly surrounding the couch tonight, and I’ll be back to living like an adult. A clean adult.
For the sake of nothing other than I don’t want to go back to work just yet, let’s recap my pointless babbling for today:
A. Rent Ong-Bak and The Last Shot
B. I love Lisa Bonet
C. I’ll be spending my evening doing dishes
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
Did I write that? No, William Carlos Williams did. If I could write something that precise and beautiful I would be famous. Also I would have to change my name to Johnny Eduardo Johnson or something similar. I'm just in a literary mood at the moment so I thought I would share my number two all time favorite poem. Number one is a little something called The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. Incidentally, it's the only poem by Elliot that I do like. I find him to be a bit... I hate to use the word pretentious, but he definitely demands too much from his readers. So what if I’m not fluent in seven languages, that shouldn’t mean I can’t enjoy poetry. Suck it Eliot, suck it long and hard for all your obscure and all too frequent allusions. Three other great poets, all of whom happened to write in the 20th century, in no particular order:
Bob Dylan
Robert Frost
Donald Anderson
If you can’t tell, I’m in a literary mood tonight. I guess red wine and stack of anthologies will do that to a person. Check out the new pictures on the right and a couple new links on the left. I’m working on some new cartoons, hopefully they’ll be up at the end of the week.
Because I'm so confident that nobody will get it with just one clue, this is from the same movie: "When you're a gay man, it's hard to feel bad about yourself when a urologist says, "Yeah. I pick you."
In other news congratulations to Bourke.
2. How often do you wear a belt?
Always, my daddy taught me a gentleman always wears a belt.
3.Do you change cloths after work?
Depends on what I'm doing. If I'm going back out, I usually just untuck my shirt, unbutton the wrists and change into jeans. Otherwise, I'll stay in my work cloths until I put on pajama pants.
4. Favorite place to buy cloths?
Thrift stores or the Salvation Army. Also Old Navy but don't spread that around.
5. Jewelry?
Just my watch and my Saint medallion and uh, my nipple rings. But I wish I still had all my other piercings.