Down on Fascination Street.

You know how I can tell winter's almost coming......the beginning of chapped lips, and runny noses. I already have that sore spot below my nostril, you know....that small area that gets so annoyed with you blowing snot all over it, then rubbing over it with all those "hills and valley's" better known as tissue. Eccch.

Work is nothing right now. I don't even know how to describe this wonderdul experience at the library...insipid?

I don't even know what it is. When someone comes up to check out a book....I'm gonna say,"I don't even know what that is......what's checkout....is Ben Affleck in it?" Explosions in the sky please make it all better.

This girl working with me is a total blockhead. I'm sure she's nice right?....of course she's nice. (I wonder if she can see me writing this......although which brings me to my next point about why she's LA La LA La Lame!)

If you spend over 6 continuous hours looking at pictures of your own cleavage online......you're lame. (this is like that Jeff Foxworthy thing). You think I'm joking. I work with her every Thursday....except when my friend covers her shift. But seriously, stop looking up STA travel "Spring Break" packages for Cancun, and start writing sad bastard blog spots like me. Your boy toy probably doesn't care if you can get a deal for only 326!!!!!!!

wow, aggression over here......okay....she's doing it again....and this is a reason why I refuse to join facebook, or myspace or any of those services. This girl has like hundreds of pictures of her and her "girls" (which by the way....."my girls" is probably the actual title......"my skanks"..hahahah) basically wasted at the club showing off their flamboyant asses, and apish cleavages.

words I want to start using: Bobby, clod, dolt, lamebrain, loon, lout, oaf, and of course YOKEL. all synonyms for: Bobby....sounds English.....clod is great, almost classic.......Crumb used to say "clod" and "blockhead" all the time......just thought you'd like to know.

I am very fidgety today....I already read everything important on msn, could probably find a better news source, but I like the blue background to be honest.

So another new day, a new night, and a soon to come, new morning......I am going to start reading the dictionary and thesaurus on a once an every other day basis. New words, new ways to explain things.....new ways of communicating anything worth saying.....words can be useless at the same time.... mostly when you feel them talking inside your stomach, trying to get out. But once they float out past your teeth, they seem to instantly keel over and leave you twiddling your thumbs. Making any of the thoughts you felt squirming around seem like grade school is repeating itself all over and you're the last one to get picked for dodgeball.

so yes....words can be your best friend.....or they can come out weaker than a paper tiger.....beautiful ideas can just be that.......beautiful ideas....

Am i writing all this so I don't feel stupid watching this girl look at herself online? Honestly always works I suppose.

I'm a schnook for writing all this.

On the other hand.....let's cheer up....shall we?

Explosions in the sky, you may be the ones to blame for all of this. let me check to see what I'm listening to...Here's the problem!!!!

"remember me as a time of day".....this is it....no wonder this stuff is all sad bastard...why not just call the song "remember me as the lamppost that keeps the streets lit every night while you walk home to the man who will never love you like I do." HAHAHAHAHa.....hmmmmm that's a good song title.

If you've ever seen the movie "High Fidelity" try to remember when he's stacking up his records and he asks why so many young people are depressed, and concludes that maybe it's because of the countless records that talk about heart break and misery. Endless examples could be found with this theory. Today I listened to, although I always thoguht they were happy songs, two albums that were tributes to grief and heartache. Robert Smith......yeah you're my hero....yeah you have an awsome accent...and hair......but.....maybe you should stop dating.....or setting yourself up as a little birdy num num once told me not to do anymore. you should probably get some sun by the way.

The other album, Devotchka.....yeah it's happy...yeah it's awesome music....yeah it's got catchy hard to play rhythm's.....but behind all of that....are sounds that are reminiscent of cheating girlfriends and heartbreaks......the kind that while you're walking around trying to do your own thing....you still hear the resonant "heartbreak melody". Certain chords, especially with acoustic guitar can trigger that. That American western, eastern European (basically both continents) sounding guitar.....jeeeze Louise.

I get to ride my bike home again.....believe it or not it's the most peaceful part of the day, except when people are trying to hit you with their car. That part's no fun.

dictionary.com is so much fun.

I'm gonna be the next Harvey Pekar arn't I.....I knew it.

how come I don't own this movie?