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| 12:07am 10/08/2007 |
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I was in laundromax on brighton ave. for over an hour minding my own business when I had an all too romantic comedylike moment. I had just been sitting there listening to radiohead and some death metal bands on my ipod, reading most of the last 150 pages of the 7th harry potter book, when i looked up to see a girl with a tattoo of a big raw steak and a fork and knife on her calf. I immediately thought it was a little too coincidental considering i had just grilled myself a juicy tenderloin steak before going out to do laundry. I sneaked a few more glances and saw that she was a short almost stocky girl, muscular, but very pretty with red lipstick and a silly golfer-type hat over a ponytail. I also noticed what was most likely her only other tattoo, it was a rockabilly guitar, like a gretch with swirling music notes around it. She was wearing cut off jean shorts, a wifebeater, and a large bag that gave away that she rode a bicicycle. A few minutes later, I looked up from my book and she was gone, but I was right in thinking she would probably return. Sure enough, just as I went over to remove my clothes from the dryer, she came up to the one 3 dryers away to do the same. I coyly complimented her steak tattoo, and she said she liked the one on my right forearm with the fading greyscale trees. I quickly said thanks and laughed because it appeared we might have been playing the same game. Then I decided to fold my laundry there instead of taking it home, and although we were only 10 ft away, we both folded in silence. It was pretty hard to pretend that I was actually listening to Boston Celtics news on the television, but something told me to keep quiet, that I already knew I might regret later. It might have been that I thought she could be a lesbian, and stereotypes drove me to look at the fact that she had a lot of pink clothing. She finished folding before I had and somehow stuffed all of her clothes into her biking bag. She turned to me and waved, and I said bye making sure that my voice didn't seem awkward. Now I suppose we are both left to wonder if we should've asked eachother's names or if it matters, or if we'll bump into eachother again. |
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| 07:14pm 16/07/2007 |
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It's been almost a full year since i've cooked in a restaurant. The longer I'm gone the more i cook for myself.
these are some of my recent dishes:
Garlic Sage roast pork loin, warm german potato salad w/bacon, garlic butter grilled asparagus
somen noodles with pan fried halibut, grilled baby bok choy, and hoisin glaze
pan seared salmon with carmelized brussel sprouts and sauted mushrooms
pan seared scallops with baby greens salad
ipa and mussels with linguine and garlicky tomatoes
beer can chicken and countless hamburgers
beer battered tilapia and curly fries with seared chard
mushroom cheddar omlette bacon and spicy homefries
bacon barded meatloaf
today i'm making chicken and spinach penne with a chicken veloute sauce |
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| 11:40pm 26/06/2007 |
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music: subterranean homesick alien
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dude, i just had the worst day ever
what happened?
ok, it started at 12:30AM
i had to tell this girl who i hooked up with that i like someone else
i wasn't sure if she liked me or not that much, but she was really upset and it took forever it was totally gutwrenching and horrible
then i slept for 4 hours and recieved 10,900 comic books first thing in the morning and i took a single 15 minute break between 8:50 am and 5:25 pm
god damn
then i was going to take a nap, but i had to cook myself something to eat which took up all of my nap time but 15 minutes when i was stuffed and wanted to pass out forever but i had to go to band practice where our room was 23095780 degrees
so i was going to go to greenspan's after to swim, cause everyone was, and last time everyone went swimming while i grilled them dinner, but by the time i was out of practice it was "too late" for ben
so i went to rg's house to get weed, and i had to wait for like a half hour cause he was talking to some crazy somerville dude forever, and by the time i got back to my phone my friends were freaking out cause i had "taken too long"
lindsey argued with me on the phone and then said she wanted to hang out at her house and not mine so i had to change my plans, and then she immediately asked me to go to the liquor store at 11pm
and there were no parking spots at 3 liquor stores in a row, i wouldve gotten a ticket, so it would've been more convient for her to walk
and then i went to her house and gave her the comic book she asked for to find it was the wrong one. and then i rolled a joint and started telling my sob story, and the joint wouldnt light on her windy porch and she wouldnt let me smoke it inside
and then i dropped the joint into the slats of her porch and i went to check underneath if i could find it, but there's a double cieling and i wasted 5 bucks on weed not to mention the gas money i had spent driving around
so i went home to mope and here i am |
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| 03:44pm 22/05/2007 |
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You're the light wiping out my batteries
You're the cream in my airport coffies
I don't know why I stick with you
If I had a choice
Like lambs into the slaughter
Like cows to the (thorn) storm above : can't hear that word
You're the genie of my lamp
I could have in anyone
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
But one day I froze up
Like this...
Oh, little boy...
Little boy, little boy
Oh, little boy...
Little boy, little boy
If you try to strangle a skylark
Try cut it up, to see how it works
Stalactites and stalagmites
Rows of never open doors
Cos one day I froze up
Cos one day I froze up
Cos one day I froze up
Cos one day I froze up
Like this... |
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| 04:08pm 18/02/2007 |
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I had a dream that you and I were comic book super heroes. It must have been the crossover of the century, because for a short while our universes collided. Fortunately for me, I understand that my real charector is more powerful than my illustrated cell counterpart, and that yours probably looks better in concept than in real life. |
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| 09:49pm 10/11/2006 |
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reverend grundarr and the unholy trinity is opening for hirax on sunday
at the middle east downstairs
spicy chix brritos |
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| on taking back innocence |
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| 08:54pm 16/10/2006 |
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you might not know it by the jokes i tell or things i find amusing, but on a serious level i am easily disturbed by the loss of innocence and the rash decisions and actions people take to prove to prove to themselves that they are mature and desirable. through my perspective, the world has become intensly sleazy and i really wish i could be somewhere where everyone didn't desire the life of a pimp, pornstar, a drug addict, a womanizer or worse... alright, i'm done being a baby, everyone keep your clothes on and your veins clean |
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| 12:27pm 12/08/2006 |
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mood: oh word music: Crotchduster
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