A slight fog-like state obstructs my vision. "Hello" by Lionel Riche pours into the room as the ambient sound. "Clickty-clackity" my fingers race across the keyboard typing these words as they fall in and out of my mind.
What is that?
A slight popcorn smell in the air. A neighbor maybe? Popping popcorn at 10:30 in the evening? It's very possible. I wonder which movie they are watching? I imagine the couple cuddled up with one another in the typical spoon position laughing with a classical comedy such as Wayne's World. Or better yet, any of the Austin Powers movies.
Oh so tired.
Another great song is played from my randomized play list.
"I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you. Oh I want to fall in love. Oh I want to fall in love. With you."
Interrupted by texts from a dear friend Chris. Telling me he also has the text messaging capabilities with his cell phone that that we can send naked pics back and forth now. Now, as inviting as that sounds, the thought of Chris naked is a bit disturbing. Mainly because he is a dude and I'm a dude and I'd rather look at nekkid chicks. He is just kidding though. Or so I hope. FAG! I gave him my blog address so he knows I'm talking about him. I am so getting hate mail in the morning.
How uninteresting. Tomorrow I should have finished my sonnet I've been working on for the past two nights. Lets hope I get some inspiration. Until then...
HASTA!
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Nothing is as pathetic as seeing someone elses angst flayed out for the masses to see in all it's moody non-sense. Not that I don't have similarly pathetic musings, I just am polite and let it build up and tear me apart from within. Anyway, karaoke contest? Swift kick to the groin? You need out of this funk.
A swift kick to the nuts might just be the ticket. Can I borrow your boot?
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