Excitable boy.

I went through the frustrating experience of driving through downtown Las Vegas, practicing what I learned in 28 weeks of anger management on my steering wheel and screaming >FUCK!< at every one way street I passed. I sped-walked three blocks while restating my one-word speech loudly on my cellphone. I foolishly ran up six flights of stairs(flirting for a few flights with a gorgeous woman who made the same stupid decision- before leaving her in my dust) before giving up to creep out a group of suited strangers by sucking the oxygen out of their elevator. I was fifteen minutes late.

I did all of this, so I could drive home singing and grooving to a skipping Stevie Wonder cd, turning it down slightly only at stop lights.

GUILTY! The gooder one.

'sad that once before such colour should remain empty without the life of you'

Scarecrow / Tbone / Anthony / Riggy.

Grand.

Studying is done.



McCartney in '69, Bowie in '72, Costello in '79. These men define cool.

Kooks.

"Kooks" by David Bowie was a very important song for me in 2007. It has a beautiful melody to match the lyric about his expected baby (Zowie Bowie, I assume). Some of the lines are borderline perfect, and the atmosphere of the song definitely reminds of the bedroom on Rainbow Blvd.

It's strange listening to Hunky Dory now, during the end of this legal process, when I haven't listened to it since the beginning of the legal process. It brings me back to the time when I was very angry and upset... yet, I don't feel that way anymore. It's a nostalgic, good feeling (I guess 'good' is the empty space where those old feelings once filled).

I'm putting together "The Road To The Victory Show", and I was definitly an angry lil' lad. The first hour isn't very nice. But it's important to remember when all of the statements were said, and the time that has passed since then.

Overall, I'm excited for this clip-show. It's the whole story, and it's got a good payoff, and even a hidden little bit at the end.

This Friday is the GED test, and next Thursday I return to court to replea my felony into a nonfelony. These are the days I've been waiting for and obsessing over for over a year. I wish Sha didn't almost spoil them.

"Kooks" was definitly a Rosemary song.

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The cold weather gives everything around me a Christmas feeling. I haven't busted out my holiday album, "Imperial Bedroom" yet, but on the freezing breaks at work even Lil Wayne sounds Christmas themed.

Then I realized that I was first experiencing these songs last year at around this time.

A nonentry.

I put in a transfer request at work, something I probably should've done a year ago. I work at a store that never hits its marks for bonuses and is constantly cutting corners (the nice way to phrase "firing people"). The other stores seem to be flourishing as our horribly run non-Supercenter is just raped by one GM after another.

My main problem with transferring is that it feels a lot like getting a new job. Especially since I'd be switching from overnight work to daytime customer service. I'm a social cripple, especially after working these shit hours for the last year. The benefit in sticking with the company (besides skipping the horrible job interview process) is that I have two weeks of vacation time coming in April.

I'm studying for the big test next week, awaiting my discharge letter, and hoping for the change in my work hours.

As far as We Hit & Run is concerned, I'm feeling very confident about our chances in the Howard contest (a lot of people will get a phone call if that works out), and I'm anticipating my new co-host moving out here after the next show. When I switch to daytime work, Jeff and I can begin work on The Coward Brothers as well.

Anyway, my life in a sentence.

Orgasms II.

I had sexual intercourse with a Suicide Girl t(o)he other night.

Social Lite.

I think it's time to give up on the overnight phase of my life. It made sense during the probationary period- earning the extra $1 an hour to pay restitution, working overnight to stay out of trouble- but I'm ready to move on from that and meet people.

I'm at the point where my skin has lost all of its color.

I'm ready to close what has been the darkest time of my life, so I suppose it's appropriate that I come back to the daytime. I miss everybody.

It's pathetic when the concept of sleep feels like such a relief. I took the pill four hours later than I should have.