Dear Raymi
We found a hotel for 4 days in the middle of march in Dublin, my other friend
is looking for free places that may or may not exist, and I’m looking for a
house around here with some friends for next year. Homeless in Dublin for 5
days sounds dangerously fun. Almost like Kerouac, which I’m reading for class
at the moment, only we’d be in the same city the whole time.
Trying to sort things out with my pseudo-girlfriend. I’m trying to think of a
way to tell her the following “I like you, I want to be friends, and I’d like
to try dating you, but if I never see you again that’s fine too.” I need to
put some tact in there so she leans towards the former two options and not the
latter, but then I think maybe the latter is best for me, and then I think
that I want popcorn. I’ve become increasingly happier as I’ve stopped
thinking about stuff in general, girl included, so I’m going to see how life
pans out without thinking so fucking much.
That’s life this week. Bottling wine in the next two weeks or so, should be
excellent.
Poker Chips are a symbol of green paper which is supposed to be a symbol of
gold somewhere along the line but isn’t anymore, and gold itself is a kinda
useless metal anyways, or at least was before computer chips and all that shit
so when I think of poker chips it immediately strikes me that our economic
structure is based entirely on the idea that people liked shiny shit back in
the day. It’d be depressing if it weren’t so goddamned funny.
One of these days I hope to find the guy that started the askew angle baseball
hat trend, beat the shit out of him, and when he’s lying prostrate on the
ground beneath my feet I reach down and turn that motherfucking hat to the
front where it belongs. Hopefully it’ll be like when Conan the Barbarian
kills Thulsa Doom in that movie and then all of Doom’s followers just kinda
lose intrest and go back to their lives. Only this way frat boys everywhere
stop for a second and slightly turn their baseball caps so they’re straight.
It’s so beautiful in my mind… well not really as they still disgust me, but
nontheless it’s a pleasing thought.
I’d ask you for advice but I’m pretty sure tact isn’t necessarily your thing
either, so I’ll just say hey, wish you well, and sign my name
I wish you well,
youre funny
which kerouac book are you reading
u should steal the essay i wrote and put on my blog except make it
better and up to par for university standards
hey i can give advice im a good advice giver what do u need advice for
the girl?
well u just have to say it straight
obviously she is obsessed with you more than u are her which is great
for ur ego but draining on yer conscience so u can make yourself to be
a complete asshole til she completely hates the shit out of you and
dumps your ass but then she ould whine to everyone in school about how
much of a fucke you are and then u have that sort of reputation
hmm
then u could tell her straight and have her crying and stuff and then
you feel bad and then yer like oh ok lets give this another shot, out
of pure guilt so then u are dating her again for a little bit and
everyday she looks at you and goes you still love me right? and you go
yessssssssssssssssssssss sure i do and then before you know it is
march and you’re off to dublin and the girl breaks into your dormroom
and completely destroys everything.
ok i guess i am bad at relationship advice
everything turns to pure negative evil
what else do u need advice for?
