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“Before I sputter out”

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Life is good
And I feel great
’cause mother said I was
A great mistake

Novocaine for the soul
You’d better give me something
To fill the hole

Exhibit A: Two books by Brian Greene
Exhibit A: Two books by Brian Greene

I’ve a problem. I’m a book addict. I have hundreds of books in my house, and I’ve only read about a fourth of them. And I still buy books, even though I have several unread tomes here. Today I purchased two books (The Elegant Universe and The Fabric of the Cosmos both by Brian Greene) – coupled with the Steve Martin book I purchased yesterday, the text book I purchased over the weekend, the BDSM erotica novel I purchased the same day, a novelization, and the book by Michio Kaku I purchased this morning because carpe diem, librum venator (NOTE: I don’t know Latin; I used Google translator for the second half of that phrase). I’m a book addict and my addiction is worsen when my emotional control has been compromised, which it has been compromised for over a year now. And I don’t see a solution to my problem because the only solutions that are available aren’t solutions, really. So I return to filling the void in my heart by filling up my bookshelves, which are overflowing as it is.

Exhibit B: The Good Book
Exhibit B: The Good Book

Another book caught my attention at Barnes & Noble this afternoon – I find myself unable to muster the urge to come home to nothing these days. A.C. Grayling has compiled (written?) a book he called The Good Book: A Humanist Bible. But because the Brian Greene books aren’t for leisure, I put off purchasing the book until a later date (or when I succumb to my itch).

I love the smell of new books. And I love the smell of old books. There’s something intoxicating about the scent of books that eases me into a sort of high that makes me forget my problems if only for a second. I just know that if something doesn’t turn around for me, I’ll be blowing my paychecks (minus the money I put aside for Shaun) on books until they bury me alive.

 

Books · Doldrums

Technology Killed the Bathroom Proposition

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Unbeknownst to this man, Craigslist no longer allows the manufacture of personal boysenberry jam

I might be the only one here who feels this way, but I miss the good ol’ days when you read “Tiffany sucks real good,” or the every simple “For a good blow job, call Ray 555-0269″ on restroom stalls and/or walls. Scribbled in lipstick or a Sharpie.

The first of these Internet scribblings happened around the same time I saw (not really) someone eating hot cakes while taking a dump. I was attending college at the University of Texas, Pan American when I saw the fellatio offer with the contact web address – it was a Myspace page. Soon, I found addresses to Facebook pages, Livejournals and, finally, Craigslist listings.

Because I’m a sucker (no pun intended) for the old school way of doing things, I was tempted to write a proposition of my own – “For some awesome head, call [Meester Binx’s Number redacted],” just to see how many people would call – and if Meester Binx would tell me that it was happening. Of course, I didn’t do it because I knew he wouldn’t be too happy with me if I had. Mostly because I’m usually the prime suspect when it comes to shit like this.

Despite its title, this book is not an actual instructional manual

Yesterday, Monica and I went book hunting. I already set my mind on not spending too much. This quickly failed when I purchased Every Zombie Eats Somebody Sometime: A Book of Zombie Love Songs at Barnes and Noble (North 10th). From Books ‘n’ Things, I purchased the Elmore Leonard novel, Pronto. From The Book Stop, I grabbed FLCL vol. 1, Grace Slick‘s Somebody to Love? and James Patterson‘s Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas – which was purchased for my mother. We had lunch at China Cafe, which was surprisingly good. We ended our day at Barnes and Noble (Ware). There aren’t enough book stores in the area, I tell you what. Of course, there was Georgia’s Thrift Store – which appeared to be under new management and was closed until the third, despite what the contradicting sign in the window suggested. I wonder if Mike’s book store will still be found within the walls of the store. I certainly hope so. Otherwise, that’s another store that will vanish. 

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“Once Upon a Time in my Life”

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After last night’s inability to sleep, I passed out around seven-twenty only to wake up less than two hours later. I got dressed and went to Roadrunner stadium where I applied for an unknown position. Went to HEB and purchased two MexiCokes. One was guzzle down with lunch and the other split with Jyg later in the day.

Jyg and I went to Hobby Lobby where we purchased a doll, spray adhesive, black, purple,red and metallic paints, paintbrushes and a few other necessities. We went to Dollar Tree to pick up some bigger paint brushes, but they were out. We bought a large  bottle of Arizona Sweet Tea, a box of nutty bars and a bag of pork skins. We ate at the park and then went to Barnes to pick up a journal. I decided against purchasing a new one. She bought a copy of Gothic Beauty. At Wal-Mart, we picked up a paint brush, spray paint and some knickknacks. Stupid me forgot to buy a can of black spray paint.

I finished reading Alan Moore’s Writing for Comics today before going shopping. I’m left with the same urge to write a graphic novel that infected me last year. Nora Ephron is partly to blame for that, as well. With all the emotions crawling through me these last few months – years – I think it’s time they see the light of day upon the panels. Just a few more ideas left to work with.

While I’ve decided that I may sit birthday week out, I’m still thinking my birthday is something to celebrate. I’m wanting to hang out with a few friends, maybe see a movie. Anything. I told Jyg about it today. I mentioned hanging out with Esmer and Jerry, but I haven’t talked to either of them about it. I’ll probably contact Jerry later this coming week. We’ll work something out.