09-03-09

Posted in Uncategorized on September 3, 2009 by asoflately

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

Posted in Uncategorized on September 2, 2009 by asoflately

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

Posted in Uncategorized on September 2, 2009 by asoflately

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 makingĀ  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