Thursday, December 08, 2005

Not enough coffee in the fucking world is enough to quell my craving for an authentic Cubano. Or barring that some Turkish coffee.

I am working on a story rewrite as I troll for apartments. Classified ads can be so tedious. Not to mention alarmingly stupid. Do I really want to give my money to someone who can't put an ad through a spell check real quick?
I'd rather not.

In other news a dress I entirely forgot about buying on the auctions some weeks ago arrived today. So now I have something to wear to the office holiday party tomorrow. I will post photos if I feel like it.
I just checked my email and have been promised a perfect erection.
I imagine for me that'd be a 9x4 black pierced tattooed cock. Emblazoned of course with the words, 'Cock of Doom' in some sort of arty sparkly purple ink.

Could I be any gayer? Really?

No I didn't think so either.

The title to this entry is in reference to something I wrote in the near recent history. I've been pretty diligent obsessive about writing in my paper journal. As I'm writing more I find I'm envisioning a very Rollins-esque anthology. Lots of words, few titles, some sort of little symbol or line to demonstrate where one thing ends and the next starts.
So no the anthology is not cancelled simply moved up. I will have to wait until we are moved so I can design everything myself.

Yes I want to do it all by myself. I can't help it.
I think that's all for the moment. I'm going to take a stroll up the block so I can go have a smoke.

Goodnight Frank.

PS..
I want to be watching that movie about Tupac right now.

Pps..
I want to go see Kanye West at the Everett center thing.
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