we caught a possum. not on purpose. the goal was to catch a raccoon, but they don't like tiny marshmallows i guess. i saw it curled up in our live trap this morning. the people who put the trap out usually kill these guys, so i had some decisions to make today. i didn't want to tell the company because it might be illegal for me to release it, but if i let it go, i don't want it to get into my attic like the raccoon did. i gave him some peanut butter and toast before going to work.
this dilemma really made me wonder about the decisions that people may make about us while we are unaware. could someone be deciding my fate? the answer is absolutely not, but it is still fun to think about sometimes. the point is, i let him out when i got home from work. i gave him an apology raspberry which he wanted nothing to do with.
i hate 3d. i think it is very dumb and unnecessary. i thought this when it started becoming cool again, but started thinking about it more when i went to the store and saw a display set up for 3d bubbles. seriously. you wear glasses and blow bubbles. then the bubbles look 3d. are bubbles not already 3d?
and what is the deal with calling something 3d? it isn't another dimension, it's an illusion (michael). i think we should forget about 3d and move into 4 or 5d. let's get hallucinogenic with it. all forms of entertainment should be spatial acid trips filled with exhilarating highs and crushing lows. it's not a show unless someone is vomiting next to you. when your friend is crying and making out with their shoe, mission accomplished.
it reminds me of a story i read about a guy who described a trip on dmt. he was naked and in a bubble surrounded by giant praying mantis'. he knew that they all wanted to r him and eat him afterward and knew that they could get in his bubble. they didn't go in his bubble as they seemed to enjoy his anxiety and fear more than r-ing him. beat that, the devil. that's real fear.
or we could keep movies the same. these are the important issues i'm talking about here. there aren't real problems in the world outside of 3d entertainment.
oh wow, i haven't written anything in a long time. a lot has happened. if you know me and read this, you probably know that i finally bought a house. i said i would do it. it's a pretty cool house. it's under a bridge! there is a park two doors down from me that is full of puppies usually. ben and lanny and i went walking around the beach area down there. we found bolt cutters! i thought they would be cool to have so i just took them. maybe i prevented a crime in taking them. i probably did.
we walked around and found some hobo camps. ben got a little scared, but we did look pretty tough. we were all wearing black, drinking beer, and i was hoisting bolt cutters on my shoulder. there really isn't a better way to look like a group of degenerates. i told ben that i would protect him should hobos attack.
i'm going to buy a freaking laptop. i now have reasons to be mobile and i can work on music at bars now. i know it's kind of pretentious, but at least i won't be at a coffee shop or anything. i hate coffee. if you want to avoid seeing me at your workplace, work at a coffee shop. or a clothing store for babies. when i have a child they will wear pelts.
should i move to arizona? i kind of think i shouldn't, but i hear i could get paid a lot more money. i think the reason why is because it's arizona. i hate the heat, but i also hear that flagstaff is kind of cool and air conditioning is everywhere. air conditioning makes me feel guilty, but i don't have many options as i am a body that operates at a high temperature.
oh i also bought a gun. it's a shotgun. it's how i am preparing for end times. no big deal. gun culture is hilarious. i don't belong there.
does cocorosie make anyone else feel like a pervert? the singer sounds hot, but also really young. dangerously young. also the lyrics can be effed up.
welp. i'm drunk. and it is tuesday night. i was bored and figured that i would punch social stigmas in the face and drink by myself at home. i'm actually good at it and it is kind of fun. my fingers feel a little numb, so i hope i don't misspell things. you know what is weird? cross-gender communication. i said it. i get women telling me all the time that men are jerks. they are usually geo-specific and say that guys in portland are a-h's. (i realize i have used "-" a lot). however, i feel that some self reflection may be needed. any girl that allows a guy to be a jerk and still sleep with them is just asking for it. why should a guy change when he is getting what he wants? self respect is important ladies. enjoy the chase and feel your potential companion out. not physically. know that men know what to say.
there you go the three girls that read this. take my drunken advice. it is obviously a good idea.
another christmas alone. i got a rice cooker! it's a kojirushi. that will make life easier because life is so hard isn't it? i am thinking about getting into archery. also, starting a one man band. not like those poor people. well actually, like those poor people, but i'll still have a job and won't live on the streets. i haven't been very inspired lately, but there is really no excuse to not compose entire songs by myself. i think it will be harder to find excuses once i own a house and can check that process off my list.
i am going out tonight to drink cheap alcohol. i am going to catch santa claus tonight if everything goes as planned.
