| repak shawahb | |||||
| people who speak in metaphors can shampoo my crotch | |||||
blogroll |
Mon, 22 Aug 2005 Back home. Hooray. No one blew up my plane, and I didn't trip and fall off the jetway onto conveniently placed spikes left over from the Prince of Persia set (ye gads! only ten minutes left!). After some laundry, I went to bed. This morning I practiced the fine art of sleeping while listening to Ventolin. I'm getting good at it. Updates will continue as events warrant. [ permalink | 0 comments (add one you lazy bastard!) ] Wed, 17 Aug 2005Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit. Why is the grass greener in Boston? (No, I'm not referring to the fact that it doesn't rain enough in Austin.) Remember that part in Mulholland Drive where they put the blue key thing in the blue box thing and, as Rodin puts it, it's like someone just grabs the whole movie, shakes it up, and lets things resettle at random? That's kind of what it's like coming back to Boston—the actors are the same, but the roles are different. Thing is, I'd prefer the new lay of the land—'cept I'm nowhere to be found. Fuckin' hell. Couldn't someone have done the key-in-lock thing three years ago, when I was still here? |
||||