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Thursday, June 5th, 2003
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4:08p - captain logic is not steering this tugboat
sushiland. light of my life, fire of my loins. my sin, my soul. su-shee-land.
so, the greatest sushi place of all time, sushiland marinepolis, this cheap chain with tasty raw fish is opening up right over there in queen anne...mere miles from my home and place of employment. i'm thinking of moving over there. seriously. you think i'm joking, but i'm not. my life would be complete if i could eat there every day and not have to have my ass carted out to bellevue to do it. you know they make tuna salad sushi. they do. what is it that so cosmically and perfectly binds rice to mayonnaise?
sigh.
you know people keep telling me to do something other than boring corporate monkey office work. like write or go back to school or market my own sweat as an aphrodisiac. but see, this is the thing: i am fucking lazy, goddammit. oh, and i have no other marketable skills, you know, other than the word processing thing. so if i go to school, i'm not going to be able to work part time at starbucks. the way i look at it, doing something...creative or intellectual or whatever will pretty much double the amount of stuff i have to do. won't it? let's just say that i stay in this job but i...i dunno, start writing stories or something (which i can't do, by the way, i suck at stories). so i'd work 8-5, get home at 5:30, take a shower, eat dinner and what? sit my ass down and write stuff? i've been doing that all day long! my brain is non-functional at that point in the everning, quite frankly, i'm a little surprised that i can read well enough to suss out what's on tv. so then what do i do? get hole myself up in my apartment on the weekend? are you stoned? that's like the only time i have to spend *outside* doing non-work stuff! and that's when i have the time to watch the episode sof buffy that i taped during the week. basically, what i'm saying is that i'm afraid that fulfilling my potential will really cut into my sitting around watching tv time.
and as a last note (and speaking of tv): i've been watching that "high price of fame" show on e!, right? about how celebrities have to do scary diets and excercise regimes to maintain their perfect bodies or how they can't have lasting relationships and stuff. okay, well, one of these shows was about drugs. naturally. drug abuse and hollywood go hand in hand, yes? well, they had these whiny little bitches talking about how "oh, i was taking these pills and i was going to so many raves that i couldn't bring myself to make it to the set anymore blah blah blah whine whine bitch." fuck that, you little pussies. judy garland took pills. a lot. she didn't go to *raves.* she went to work, motherfuckers.
huh. i clearly need to chill this morning.
"it's a big rock. i can't wait to tell my friends...they don't have a rock this big."
current mood: hyper
current music: black heart procession
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