January 20th, 2004

Self-Portrait 3

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-- Arrrrgh! Dammit, woman, have you no self-respect? Get your mouth off Digger Styles!

-- Did a little shopping on Ebay this weekend. I snagged some stationery, a BPRD Zippo (which I think will be the last Zippo I buy for a while, unless the opportunity presents itself to acquire either one or both of the Sin City Zippos for cheap), and something that I've literally been searching high and low for for years, the Criterion Collection edition of RoboCop, which has been out of print since before the turn of the century. As a complete aside, I fucking love being able to talk about things in my experience and legitimately use the phrase "turn of the century".

-- Arrrrgh! Dammit, woman, have you no shame at all? GET YOUR VAGINA OFF DIGGER STYLES!

-- You ever get tired of your skin? Not literally tired of your skin, of being in it. Of being you. You ever get tired of being the person that you’ve been all your life, the person that all of your friends know and like? You ever wonder if you’re doing the things you do because you want to, or if you’re just doing them because, as far as everyone else is concerned, that’s who you are and that’s what everybody expects of you? Or is it just me?

‘Course, I don’t reckon it’s all that uncommon to have those moments of “I wish I could be somebody else, just for a little while”. I also don’t think being somebody else would be all it’s cracked up to be. There are people who’re better off than I am, sure, but there’s LOTS of folks in the world who’ve got it a lot worse than I do. Shit, I know some of ‘em. For example, I just heard Jessica Simpson say that the true test of a marriage is being without a toilet and without a king-size bed, which is why married people should never go camping together. I wonder if it bothers you when you’re that dumb or if you’re too stupid to notice.

Whatever. I’m away to shave me head. Which I probably should have done and gone to bed an hour ago, but whatever.
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Self-Portrait 3

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Then again, won't a long hot soak and a nice fresh shave feel so much better after the four solid hours of kendo and then kung fu that I have to look forward to tomorrow night?

This is how I get by, folks. The pleasures in my life are few and far between these days; thus I ration them out like sweet, delicious candies. In other words, my ass is going to bed.