2004-07-19
2:38 a.m.
i usually don't play around with these things, but the results are actually pretty funny on this one.
kim and i hopped a train up to the city on saturday and visited the guggenheim. i dig frank lloyd wright, but the spiral/concentric circles thing was making me feel like i wasn't getting anywhere. eventually, we will head back up there and do all kinds of cheesy touristy things like take walking tours, ride bright red double-decker buses through times square, and buy "I {heart} NY" t-shirt.
i was so bored at work today, i felt my fucking soul glaze over. i never want to go to work, but today i felt particularly against the idea. the highlight of the night was the persistent stoner who developed a fascination with the redial button on his phone and kept calling and giggling.
i lead such an interesting life.
i hope the sarcasm was adequately apparent in that last sentence.
i feel stagnant. this feeling is usually cured by me doing something relatively spontaneous and drastic. the last time this happened, fire engine red streaks appeared in my hair and i started smoking weed again. one of the times before that, a metal hoop appeared in my right nostril, and was soon replaced by a silver stud. a little while after that, it was gone completely. i considered a tattoo, but i haven't decided what of or where on my body it should go. plus, the idea of a permanent mark as a solution to temporary boredom didn't seem like a completely good idea.
i was thinking about taking up knife throwing. that seems like a pretty interesting hobby. how long do you think it would take for concerned neighbors to start reporting me to the police for practicing in the courtyard of my apartment complex?
beats knitting. however, i would be forced to practice during the day, which is when i sleep. also, i'm not a big fan of sunshine.
i was also considering archery, but i'm just seeing a lot of broken windows and dead neighborhood cats. people get touchy about that kind of shit. also, it's not like i would be able to blame somebody else for the bolt sticking out of fluffy's neck. naturally, everyone would assume it's the girl with the bow and arrows. nobody ever blames the rowdy kids playing stickball in the street. noisy little fucks.
i'm sure i'll figure something out.