Oh can't you lighten up!
Can't you learn to ski?
Can't you prance a midnight dance
With Rain and you and me?

Don't you like to talk?
And wear the latest clothes?
Are you such a soggy crutch
That you're not pimpin' ho's?

Can't you just fuck off?
You're a little shit.
It's all a crock, your indie rock!
And yes I see that zit.

A simple man is made for simple tasks ( Read more... )

I don't know what it is in life
That makes me so afraid
Of doing what I shouldn't do,
Or leaving my bed unmade.

I used to think that as I aged
I'd bluster it all out;
I thought that if I'd just try hard,
That what I'd do would count!

It's mediocrity that makes
The civil world go on;
Cleanliness IS godliness -
Being ready for the dawn.

I haven't written in you in a while. But I'm back and I'm here for you, Journal. Take my hand. Have a candy.

The thought of you was brimming in my mind ( Read more... )

To write regularly in this thing. I've never been one to keep a journal. Now that I'm getting on to my second half of my 3rd decade I think I might start a record of my doings. When you're younger you don't think what you're doing is important enough to put down on paper if you're a cognizant and discriminating soul who has got any sense of time ( Read more... )

Try as I might, I can't. I remember why I first came here. There are beautiful spots in Madison. I really love some of the homes here, right in my neighborhood. You remember why you first fell in love with it. I love the aesthetics of the place. Old Madison homes - long since converted into student living apartments - are difficult to talk ( Read more... )

I have a suggestion.

DO SOMETHING ABOUT ALL THE DAMN FLIES.

It's disgusting.

I feel like I'm stuck in some awful national geographic documentary where despondent glassy-eyed children are covered with swarms of them and don't bat an eye.

I mean, come on. I wouldn't be surprised to go back in the kitchen and see piles of carrion. Gross

I think I'm the only person who thinks the food in Madison is awful. Well, I've found one other place here with good stuff. It's called Pizza Di Roma, and it's on state street. I hadn't gone in before because the storefront is hideously ugly. It's good. It's pizza that tastes like pizza. You know, the pizza you had as a kid. Not shit pizza. ( Read more... )

Someone do me a favor and find a copy of George Meredith's Lines to a Friend Visiting America. Read it over a few times. It's quite good! Is that bit about Wordsworth? Northern? Hmm ( Read more... )