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 |  Welcome to The Library. Randomness happens, Studyees. |
 I figured it was about time I started keeping track of silly thoughts or strange things I see from time to time. Sometimes it's vulgar. Sometimes it's sad. And even on some rare occasions, it's a riot!  I think a therapist would have a field day with this...oh wait...I already tried that, to no avail. I guess the rest is up to you. So feel free to stick your takes in The Drop-Off at any time, and don't hold back. Give it to me! Studyees, you get prime real estate in The Library, so make it count. Peace out NOW! 
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| "Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off" by Hawksley Workman Look at those buggers who are looting the crash site, taking the ring off your sweet little finger that I gave to you, when we got married. You're under water now, you're getting back to where you came from; no stealing of your beauty that could naturally flow from the center of all that you are, all that you are. Your beauty must be rubbing off, your beauty must be rubbing off on me. If we had children they'd be lovely and beautiful, and posses a peace and strength and a depth in their eyes and a soundness in heart, even as they cry. And we as lovers bloom like lilies in midnight to taste our bellies before god we are witness to currents we cannot control, cannot control. Your beauty must be rubbing off, your beauty must be rubbing off on me. Your beauty must be rubbing off, your beauty must be rubbing off on me. It's all the faces that you never have, or that you never had to the shivers you couldn't shake, the planes you didn't make, the hooks that didn't take off at night in your window as you fight with the curtains to cover up your nakedness from the neighbour's gaze, such a sweet display of nothingness of everything of nevermind, these thing are fine, the sweet tooth sunsets forget tonight... cacophony, cacaphony... So let me say that you look lovely in all of this, and let me say that the death that I fear could in part be a fear that I'd lose you, just as I found you. Your beauty must be rubbing off, your beauty must be rubbing off on me. Your beauty must be rubbing off, your beauty must be rubbing off on me. Don't be a stranger to the danger that is kissing you... Don't be a stranger to the danger that is kissing you... your beauty must be rubbing off, your beauty must be rubbing off on me. http://www.hawksleyworkman.com Here's a partial live performance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3Dg0GIq-ME |
| Roger, I do not copy. Am I the only one who's abso-friggin-loutely sick of this story involving Roger Clemens and the baseball steriods scandal? I'd almost rather hear about Britney, Lindsay or Paris again. Every day it seems like there's some new evidence or ridiculous plot twist that I don't even care anymore. I've never been a fan of his, since his 1986 breakout year. While he's got many notable statistics and accolades over his storied career, ponder these facts:  The last few years, he's taken the spring off to "get into baseball shape" (or maybe to get the juice out of his system?) while he's chosen the highest bidder for his services. The shattered-bat throwing incident vs. the Mets' Mike Piazza during the World Series including Piazza's Mets and Clemens' Yankees? Maybe there's some fallout between Roger Denial and the Mets' one-time clubhouse attendant, Kirk Radomski; a story that will probably remain untold. A classless move and a sure sympton of 'roid rage. New, conflicting reports coming out constantly about the entire saga. At this point one really can't believe either side, and I can honestly say I don't know who to trust in all of this...even the politicians involved are slinging mud now (imagine that!). MLB has totally had their heads up their collective asses regarding the this whole steroid fiasco. Bud Selig, no matter what else you accomplish for this once-great national pasttime, welcome to your legacy. This is what your tenure is going to be known for. You can't play dumb to that. MLB has completely created its own nightmare and wants to wake up as if it never happened. Clemens' boy Andy Pettitteis flip-flopping his story every day with contrasting and conflicting accounts. He can no longer be trusted worth any more than one spin of his curveball.I cannot stand this story much longer, if ever. Clemens is another big-shot phony, corrupted by the fame of a sport that was so good to him. At this point, I don't care if I know the truth, because of all the words of the people involved have been marinated in deception, rumor and lies. |
| Today's selection is "Dark Center of the Universe" by Modest Mouse I might disintegrate into the thin air if you'd like I'm not the dark center of the universe like you thought [x2] Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am And I'm real damn sure that anyone can equally, easily fuck you over Well, I died sayin' something, but didn't mean it Everyone's life ends, but no one ever completes it Dry or wet ice, they both melt and you're equally cheated Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am And I'm really damn sure that anyone can equally, easily fuck you over Well, an endless ocean landin' on an endless desert Well, its funny as hell, but no one laughs when they get there If you can't see the thin air than why the hell should you care? Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am And I'm really damn sure that anyone can equally, easily fuck you over Well, I'm sure you'd tell me you got nothing to say But our voices shook hands the other day If you can't see the thin air what the hell is in the way? [repeated lyrics] Well, God sayin' somethin', but he didn't mean it Everyone's life ends, but no one ever completes it Dry or wet ice, they both melt and you're equally cheated Well, it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am And I'm really damn sure that anyone can equally, easily fuck you over I'm sure you'll tell me you got nothin' to say But our voices shook hands the other day If you can't see the thin air then what the hell's in your way? |
| Was supposed to help El Prez Dave the 13th Apostle move today, but he can't find the keys to his apartment (he practically lives at his girl's house anyway). So we ate breakfast (I made some egg sangwiches last nite) and talked and talked and talked. Good times yo. Homeboy got mad fired up and launched into awesome conspiracy theories, from politics and government to pharmacutical companies to tainted drinking water and pre-teens (don't ask). "The Man" is really out to hold him down. Then we went to the mall, always an adventure. We saw simultaneous a very most attractive mom with half her boobs falling out of her shirt, like perfect round oranges dropping from her neck. Both our jaws hit the floor and eyes popping out all over...it was better than that time we saw the gigantic chick brawl. And Big ups to Dave for hookin' me up w/a few more minutes on the cell, helpin a brother out in a bind. It's appreciated. Today:  In honor of DMFM |
| War on the library for carrying WWE magazine and not Spin magazine, a respected music publication. War on WWE as well for being nothing more than a male soap opera. How do you actors get away with calling yourselves athletes?War on people who beg me to donate GP's to their contests and then don't offer as much as a simple thank-you. I don't think it's asking a lot. I think it's simply a matter of common courtesy.War on Starbucks decaf coffee. I still feel like I injected whole beans mainline in my system, I can barely feel my fingers, and for some reason I feel like I'm stinking like the inside of an empty urn.War on that nasally cat at Best Buy who follows me through the cd section everytime I go there, asking me if I need help, then hovering over me as if I'm gonna steal.And while we're on the subject of store clerks, war on the jerks that work at those shady looking cell phone kiosks. You know what I mean...the ones with the snotty punk 20-year-olds with their Bluetooth headsets on, who interrupt your conversation by shouting "Who's your cell phone provider?" Dude, I didn't even make eye contect with you. Shouldn't you be out trying to score crystal meth or hitting on high school seniors?War on Britney Spears. Just because. Never mind...that's too easy.War on New York State. Taxes, unemployment, fees, tolls, everything's outta control.And finally, war on the library (again), for not having yesterday's USA Today. If I have to bring my card every time I check out a book, you should certainly have a copy of one of the nation's largest newspapers. Peace out. |
| What's going on here? Last nite, 8:30pm, 101 views. Today, 3pm, 250 views? Does that qualify me for some sort of internet phenomenon award or something? Who actually reads this crap?? LET YOURSELVES BE KNOWN!! |
| To the nice (I'm sure) lady sitting next to me: Your fake leather jacket stinks, or did you just use extra "New Car Scent" perfume? Did you decide to sit next to me after your shift in the Marlboro factory ended? I smoke too, but I also shower. With soap, not smoke. |
| Listening to Atmosphere's "Se7en's Travels" ... "I used to pretend that I gave a fuck. Now I do give a fuck; a little too much." This was part of an article from last week's Rolling Stone; it scares the living shit outta me. It's 4 pages and I know it's a lot to read, but on page 3 the E-voting mess is worth it (even if it is coming from a Kennedy): http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/10432334/was_the_2004_election_stolen Disruption, chaos and mistrust. Who loves government? |
| Today's selection is "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground" by The White Stripes. Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make a sound Thirty notes in the mailbox will tell you that I'm coming home and I think I'm gonna stick around for a while so you're not alone for a while so you're not alone If you can hear a piano fall you can hear me coming down the hall if I could just hear your pretty voice I don't think I need to see at all I don't think I need to see at all Soft hair and a velvet tongue I want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me is a tiny little gift to me I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down then I come home no one to wrap my arms around Well any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most and you know why you love at all if you're thinking of the holy ghost if you're thinking of the holy ghost **NOTE** Here's a link to the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wa8jruv0YIA |
| "Mellello like jellello, cool like lemonade" Got off to a slow start today...I'm not a tv watcher besides Family Guy, and certainly not a Jerry Springer fan, but honestly, if I'm flipping thru channels after the news is over and I see 2 hot, skinny, skanky hillbilly chicks beatin' the living shit out of each other over some fat, toothless hillbilly beefcake, you know I'mma stop and watch. There seems to be something eerily erotic about it, even if you know as soon as you bed one of these chicks she's gonna stick to your mattress and 2 weeks later she'll be screwin' your mailman . Sabres vs. Devils tonite at HSBC Arena Anna...who's gonna win??  GO SABRES!!I heard the term "least favorite" today in reference to somebody not liking something. Wouldn't the word "favorite" imply at least some form of favoritism? Like Chinese food vs. Thai...I like Chinese but I can't stand Thai, so I would not say it's my "least favorite." And no way would I say I like one friend but say I like him/her least of them all. Yet another stupid phrase in this language. Who writes this shit? |
| I don't have "gay friends" or "black friends" or "married friends". I have friends. There's no need to qualify them in any way. My brother is white; I don't call him my "white brother". Why does everything have to be so categorized? Segregation supposedly ended years ago...let's get a move on. |
| If a girl has a weird, dark sounding, evil name, she probably is weird, dark and evil. If a guy has an odd name, you'll probably want to avoid him, or end up regretting that you didn't. Dream profession: habitual hermit. |
| OK so I didn't get offered a position. Mainly I'd assume from my lack of qualification, although I did ummmm and uhhhh and errrrr a lot, and maybe I was a little too eager and a little more nervous than I was willing to admit to myself. I guess it's been awhile since my last interview, and usually in my last job I was the one asking the questions. They did say they'd keep my resume on file, however, because business is always evolving and positions can always be changed or opened. I'll say though, the guy was very nice...but why the fuck was he wearing a shirt, tie, sweatervest and really butchy-dikey leather sandals? He said he's lived here all his life, and he is a lawyer, so one could only assume that he realized there was snow on the ground when he left the house this morning. Oh well, what to do now? Anybody hiring? Fully qualified jackass willing to work 40 hours plus overtime for lots of money. Throw me your best offers. |
| So in 45 minutes I have my interview and sadly, I look pretty sharp. I shaved off the crazy fu-manchu stash and trimmed the patch under my lip, all dolled up in khaki's, dark blue shirt, pink and navy striped tie, Timberland leather hi-tops and I even gelled up the hair nice. Hell the shoes even match the belt. So this shit better work. Wish me luck...and if I don't get it, the 'stache is coming back hardcore. |
| Can somebody pass me a chili-dog? I'm dying here. |
| "After Satan laughs his ass off, we'll all love hip-hop; we'll all have bad jobs." -Atmosphere ("YGM") Strapped in for the best 2 hrs of my day. I've decided to eschew winter and deal with it. Instead of the scarf and big black wool jacket I opted for the lightweight blue Timberland fleece. Feelin' fly, I even wore sneakers today (and I never wear sneakers). Hell I match all the way around if not for lookin' like an idiot: blue & yellow Abercrombie t under a bright gold Nike dri-fit, my bro's ripped and ridiculously stained Hollister low-slung jeans and blue & yellow Nike Tailwinds. Fly. Damn fly. I have an interview Monday afternoon at a lawyer's office (I don't even know the name) doin' whatever the fuck. Sign said "eager to learn" and "knows Microsoft Word 2000." Check and check. I am not a lawyer. I am not notarized. I'm just a high school grad tryin' to put some food in my belly and some chips on the table. Hope y'alls is having a super day! |
| Wednesday and Thursday...if you took all the fire in Hell and replaced it with ice, snow, sleet and freezing rain, set the fans to 50 mph (gusting to 70) and made it as gray as possible, you'd have the past 2 days in my neighborhood. And here's me, trying to walk to the library like a fuckin' idiot. And I made it safely, albeit in pain cuz my mustache basically froze on my face and tightened up, only to find out the library was closed due to a power outage. And I was telling myself I should call before I leave, but no. And did I learn my lesson? Nope, cuz I did the same thing Thursday (albeit slightly warmer and drier out) and got the same result. Like a freakin moron. No stars for those days. |
| What the hell in the world is better than seeing some kid, maybe 8 yrs. old, walking around the library wearing-no shit- a mexican old-school wrestling mask, La Lucha Libre style! That's what it means to be dope, fools! |
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