collection of stickies

im constantly making notes for myself. things that might be good ideas, or just random thoughts/lists….always on stickies. decided to go through them and compile some “hits” for all to read…enjoy!

8/09

my , uhm , socia-social: the ice cream social network

i think about things.

i always wonder how things may have been different.

like a choose your own adventure book.

what if i turned to page 42?

what if i had gotten in that car, or stayed in chicago that one time?

what if we had never stopped talking?  where would i be right now.

STOP. END OF THE BOOK. THE END.

i think of what my grandma would think of the way things are now.

i am aware that there are other grandmas out there i could ask, but i dont really know any.

then i would be surprised if they had even thought twice about it at all.

my question, that is. or my thought.

“how did you get by for so long before social network sites?”

i never hear my mom talk about particular family memers anymore, much less people she was friends with in high school.

i cannot even imagine my mom being young, or having friends.

i, on the other hand, cannot imagine getting older. i have almost completed my collection of online friends from my past. cousins i maybe have met once. uncles i havent seen in 10 years.

my life is almost complete.

but that is what is wrong with my social. i am missing out on that part of life…

my son will never know what it is like to miss someone. you havent heard from somebody in 10 seconds? login to facebook and see what michael is eating or where erin is drinking. 1000 miles away.

i will never miss you again.

until you delete me.

11/09

i dont keep in touch with any of my relatives.

06/09

having a son was a surprise. although i love him, i know one day he will see me for what i am. he will leave.

10/07

i honestly feel as though i am destined to walk through this world alone.

by choice.

can’t feel love for anyone anymore.

by choice.

12/09

my bad attitude always gets me in trouble.

girls leave me. my mother hates talking to me on the phone.

07/09

JERRY STAHL vs PUSHEAD

3.8.9
33 years old. in 3 months i will be 34 and will have a son. 2 weeks ago i was let go of a job that i hated. now i am in a pharmaceutical research facility. vicious circle.

whats next.

3.9.9
woke up early. dropped gizmo off. ate an omelette. checked in. watched hellboy 2. computer died, so i slept the rest of the day. should have written. shoulda read something. first day is always the worse. took some pills and now we have to remain in a room for 4 hours. im writing this now, and about to watch WAR. not looking forward to it.

3.10.9
slept until 12 pm. took the meds that made me tired and loopy. woke up/ 50 squats. 100 pushups. crunches//// watched shoot em up/ and the making of. finished watching john adams/ then read about him on wiki. and john quincy. now i am watching bobby. finished reading pryors book.

3.12\
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4/09

I always end up letting people down

Fuck it

Im like a car

skinny jeans

I ran across an article today at pitchfork about Kid Cudi leaving Lady GAGA’s tour, and it mentioned Cudi punching someone in the audience of one of his shows.

Usually, I avoid websites like pitchfork due to my hatred of the people that the staff caters to. 20-something nyc hipster-types that wear weird hats and skinny jeans.

but, alas, I get bored. and in the wee hours of the day, i poke around and always end up getting annoyed.

I think it’s funny that the dude that wrote this (somehow newsworthy) article writes. “Cudi responded to that by jumping on the barricade and whaling on the dude”. the article of course, included the video of the whole thing, which doesnt look like anything happened.

weird what hipsters think what “whaling” (as opposed to “wailing”) on someone means.

read for yourself:

http://pitchfork.com/news/37427-kid-cudi-leaves-lady-gaga-tour/

09-03-09

eat

dogs

heb-bagel, water

bike, dogs to rosie’s

houston

md anderson

food

home

eddie the bipolar bear

elliots 3 month bday

peeved pets

i have been working on things that i consider “pet peeves” for sometime.

the more i scribble, the more i notice that i dislike a lot of things. especially things that i use to like. here are a few i came up with this past week

getting gas

running

sweaty pants

tattoos (getting tattoos, people with tattoos, pretty tattoos. diamond tattoos, face tattoos, everygirl at the sidebar under 25 with a chest tattoo, the girls that works at buffalo exchange with a full neck sleeve and no other tattoos)

spending money

getting undressed in front of girls

oh, taking my socks off. ever.

90 degrees or more

over eating

working

going to sleep

waking up

using proper punctuation

shitting in public

living in the “live music capital of the world”

ACL

SXSW

FUNFUNFUN FEST

watching bands play

living in a football/college city and not noticing until this year

bicycle laws

seatbelts

driving slow

other people driving

cancer

itching when i am trying to sleep

doing dishes

grocery shopping.

actually, i like getting groceries, it is the people IN the store that bother me.

so, people

neighbors

listomania

i am a list maker. i write in list form.

i always have.

its what i do. so i can cross each chore off, one by one.

so my day is complete.

1. wake up

2. eat. walk dogs

3. shower

4. gym

5. shower again

even when i am not making  a list. it still looks like a “list”

i use to think i was different. i was talking with johnny walker the other day and i realized, there really is no more “creative writing” anymore

it’s only “list writing”

poetry has been replaced with screenplays.

short stories with diary entries.

its the new way to someones heart.

1. hi

2. i love you

3. let’s break up

4. i am dying