Digital Blood Lust
In a fit of McGuyveresque inspiration I figured out how to jerry-rig bandaids to make a hollow shell tip for my finger so that I can type with it. It works pretty well but still hurts something aweful when I press a key wrong. I am down to 4 bandaids now to keep the blood in but I still cant wash my hair without Kate's help.
So Im 27 now and I reallize why people later in life shy away or even abhore birthdays now. As a child birthdays are miraculous. The pinnacle of the year only surpassed by Christmas. All your schoolmates know and you have a school birthday, you go home and have a family birthday and then on the weekend you have a McDonalds/bowling/friends birthday party. Its trifold the awesomeness. Then latter it loses its luster a bit but you make up for it by partying hard and getting drunker with each successive year. Now, the day its loathsome actually. Sitting in the luggage section of a retail store at 8:30, waiting for 9 and not having seen a customer in an hour then going home to an empty house and drinking rye alone for an hour can make a person feel pretty shallowe and actually hope that this birthday is the last (I dont want to die next year I just dont want a birthday). Twenty seven, working retail. The day was saved when I was able to drink with others and I also got an Ipod. Actually it was probably the Ipod that stopped me from committing mental suicide and ending my mental life of thoughts. Allah loves the Ipod.
Q: What do all these people have in common?
Jimmi Hendrix
Kurt Cobain
Jannis Joplin
Shannon Hoon
Jim Morrison (I think)
A: All died suspicious/suicidal deaths at 27.
posted by Tuckshow at 10:17 AM
3 Comments:
The 27th year is a hump. It doesn't have a stable place to reside. Too late to be young and too young to call it quits.
For some reason my brain stop registering age at 26. I've been 26 for two years now.
I'll have to change this... the Oil Of Olay woman is driving me mental! Who cares how old she is! I'd worry less about my age and more about my career seeing that after two years in the commercial industry she's still doing the same bloody shit.
Be kind to your finger.
11:08 PM
Thanks for the motivational get-up-and-go-pep-talk. I will shower today thanks to that.
As for the Oil of Olay woman I know she must feel bad about her career and her fadeing beauty and that is why I am sending her brochures on the Dove Self Esteem fund. That will help her overcome her fears and teach her that beauty comes from within and not from some bottle or soap, but oh wait, why, I mean, why do I need Dove if beauty is internal?
9:21 AM
I don't know about those Dove people either... the "Do you think she's fat" campaign in Toronto frightened me.
I try to keep my eyes closed as much as I can. However... now I get bruised knees and my eyes are sensitive to light.
2:16 PM
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