a pattern in static

Here’s something I won’t update after this.

This looks like a lot of fun but I would probably never have time for this, as I don’t have time for many fun things aside from binge drinking on the weekend. I have a feeling that get old real fast. Either that or I’ll end up dead real fast. So the summer seems like the impending doom, it just never feels good to have so much free time. I’ll probably out of a job by the end of May and that lands me right on the cusp of her violent scorching ass. As it is inevitable that the seasons will change I’ve decided to put myself on a strict regime, accompanied by a somewhat childish list of things I should be doing everyday in order to look decent for the summer, at some point I would like to get a tan in public and that entails taking my shirt off. I wouldn’t mind if I myself didn’t find out of shape bodies a little bit offensive, I mean only in public. I don’t mind my body at all, or the bodies of voluptuous (I hate when people pronounce it ‘vo-LUMP-tous’) women but in public that shit just seems wrong. The list I made is necessary, it allows other people in my house to see what I expect of myself and I’m further inclined not to give up on it, I really do much better with an audience.

Last night I saw Aziz at LARGO and it really wasn’t as lengthy or as funny as the last time which is a drag but it’s still good to go to LA, I have a huge hard on for this city. Yesterday morning at around 5 a.m. I was running on the treadmill and the cops ran through my house, over my head (meaning the roof) and rained down to catch some creep who was hiding in the back yard. I say they rained down because of few of them fell right off the roof on to various objects in my backyard. The roof of the shed is caved and my nephew’s Little Tikes picnic table it demolished, it was pretty fucking funny. That’s why I love LA, nobody here is afraid to be ridiculous. What good is life if nothing can be exaggerated?

This year has been an incredibly good one. But my optimism is mostly fueled by thinking of women. If there’s is anything I worship it is women. I can’t claim atheism because they are my religion. Maybe I am exaggerating but maybe one day a women will save my life. Currently I’m in that exciting ‘interview’ type stage of a relationship. The stage where flirtations and implied meanings are all you talk in and you feel giddy as fuck. It’s awfully motivating to find someone who can tell you all the good things about you that you just can never see yourself, it makes me feel like I can do anything. I’ve decided on what my major will be, or what I want my career to be, I want to write political speeches for people. I don’t know where the idea or ambition came from but it seems like a noble cause.