1. Sunday, July 11, 2004

    me and the true love 

    are procrastinating like nobodies beeswax.

    its five o’clock and it wasnt that long ago that we were having breakfast at fred sixty two. she had this eggs sandwich on a bagel with avecado and goat cheese tomato and hash browns. i had the two by four which is two slices of bread two eggs two bacons and hash browns.

    she had coffee i had chocolate milk. everything went down real nice sitting out there with the shade of vermont across the street from the world famous house of pies.

    all the cool kids were there. if you were older and grayer you were at the fake french place where the coffee shop used to be. figaro something. name escapes me.

    eighty in the shadey two bucks for extra gravy.

    last night we watched Bad(er) Santa on dvd. i couldnt believe how much i laughed out loud.

    truly amazing.

    right now we’re thinking about doing laundry. thinking about seeing spidey.

    listening to cheap trick on mp3 with all the windows open and the long shadows coming through the french doors.

    no tv on.

    coke next to the rum.

    dogs somewhere barking at sprinklers.

    thinking hard about taking more pictures.

    thinking hard about not doing a got damn thing.

    now its lou reed doing sweet jane from i think berlin that album the one that sounds like the grateful dead and pink floyd with the dead winning a little.

    this morning we woke up and i said what would it be like to be little again and right now we’d be on summer vacation. every day is saturday.

    she said there was a point when i realized that i was lucky to be on summer vacation because my mom had to go to work.

    and i remember having the same realization when i was twelve or so.

    and somewhere i forgot that the true success in life is breaking the shackles of having to go to work every day.

    i had it going for a little while there.

    but first i want to put a new blook out.

    call it bush can lick my nuts or something.

    walking down vermont is liking listening to sweet jane

    you realize that pretty much nobody is falling for this bullshit

    that you should just relax

    its cool

    drop off your dirty shit to the old man

    free time is priceless, laundry is for suckers.

    kiss the girl in front of you before she can say no.

    sweet jane.

    sweet jane.

    look how hot my wife is + i am the viking + i am the world trade center