Do You Like My Legs?

So I am really excited for this week. It’s already been wonderful, finishing the quarter, hanging at home.

Yesterday I went with my dad over to my aunt and uncle’s house for a clambake/massive seafood extravaganza. It was delicious as hell.

Today Momma came over to my place and we hung out for a while and she gave me her friend’s really shitty weed and I smoked it but I didn’t get high. It was kinda weird accepting weed from my mom but I was like w/e, I don’t want my momma driving around with pot in her car either, so yeah.

I have work tomorrow and then I am heading home to my dad’s Wednesday to watch the game with the one and only Mikey Leo. (Great guy; best friend; lil’ shit.) 

Then Thursday morning bright and early I’m headed out for New York to visit Gilberto. (Great guy; best friend; wiseguy) 

I’m hoping to go canoeing/kayaking (not sure which is which) in the Hudson. And I’m gonna eat a whole buncha pizza and probably like a hundred dot hogs. (We’ll see.) But also there’s some free concerts going on and also Hannibal Buress and a short film festival. And maybe Waka Flocka w/ Mobb Deep and HEEMS. (We’ll have to see again.) 

I’m excited as a mofo.

Can’t wait to get some real fuckin’ Brooklyn style pizza next week.

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Help a homie out. What’s the deal? Worth the go?

Leaving the 20th.
Sucks that Leopold can’t accompany me no more.
Joined a new road crew though, so it’s all good.
Only a little bummed that I’ll be missing the hot dog eating contest.

1. Finished my final paper for Native American Literature.
2. Finished my screenplay. (FINALLY. THIS THING SUCKS BUT IT SUCKS LESS THAN IT DID 2 MONTHS AGO AND WAY LESS THAN IT DID 9 MONTHS AGO.)
3. Ate grapes.
4. Got Potbelly.
5. Listened to a buttload of PJ Harvey.

Now I can just relax until Monday’s American Lit. Final and the last session of my screenwriting class on Tuesday.

I think my bosses think the music I listen to at work is a little weird. (Although to be fair this is the 3rd time I’ve listened to Let England Shake the whole way through today alone.)

Oh! I ordered glasses and they’re supposed to come in the mail today!

bouta get nerdy up in this muh.

I dunno what it is about that phrase, but I especially hate it very much. It is not funny and does nothing for the noun that comes after it, other than deconstruct my analysis of whatever that person has been saying and start over from scrap, where I place that person on the bottom rung of society, surrounded by scabs and lepers and serfs and peasants, get out my face with your shitty adjectives and come up with something that makes any sense whatsoever. FUCK “DAT YOUNG” YOU.

I just wanna ask if any of u think the lion king song is fuckin weird. Cause it totally is. Especially the beginning.

eeee ee ee e ee wumba way.

What the fuck is that shit dude?

:]

I wind up getting a lil nervous in a packed store with my headphones on real loud and panic and only buy fruits and veggies cause I don’t wanna venture through the aisles b/c a gang of 2 people can cut me off w/ their carts on both sides and trap me in the center of the aisle where all I can do is pretend to read the back labels of generic salad dressings and slowly starve to death because I’m trapped by the two carts and the cart-bearers won’t let me pass and I can’t eat the food in the aisles b/c I haven’t paid for it yet. Then I remember I forgot the peanut butter and all they have left is chunky b/c the creamy kind is the only kind you can buy w/ food stamps so those sell out fast. So I tell the cart-bearer I know where to get creamy if u let me pass and she says rly where and then I just push her cart away and go check out b/c most this story is fake.

o yeah and i fell down the stairs to the subway today, something like 8 stairs, it sucked. i fell on my backpack, which had my laptop in it. (it’s fine thank god) i fucked up my wrist real bad though.

it was raining super hard, like the hardest I’ve seen in rain in months and i was at the top of the stairs and just ate shit super hard and went down to the wet (presumably fake) marble stairs in a descent of anguish.

it’s all cool though, i ain’t even mad. how could i be?

Debra from early seasons of Everybody Loves Raymond is the ideal mom babe. I wish I would have grown up on their block.

I was really hoping to enjoy The Sound and the Fury a bit more than I have so far. 

:/

Gotta lower my expectations sometimes, as there is rarely a book that I am interested in reading that turns out to be this difficult to understand.

Even with its 40+ narrators, The Savage Detectives is easier to grasp than this for me at the moment.

:/ :/ :/

We’ll see how this goes.

I fucking rule.
So do you.
Don’t forget it, dude. :-]
The world is made of cotton candy and funnel cakes.
Dog tears will never rain down to ruin our day.
Stop being sad.
It is raining regular rain.
But it will not stop me from this feeling of goodness.
Gonna eat some Go-gurts. :-]

I’d make a meme of Frye saying “Not sure if…” but I’m feeling like a lazy, lazy guy today. Gonna eat grapes for dinner.
Okay, back to BB, bbys. :]

Get tuition paid.

Go to class.

Go to class.

Go to class.

Meet with counselor.

Go get dinner with Jake.

Walk a few miles home.

Jerk off to hardcore pornography.

Get high and watch Bulls, Hawks, and Breaking Bad.

Daft Punk’s new album.

I liked about 80 different pages pertaining to butts today.

Some notable pages:

• Peeing in girls butts
• Smacking Random Boys Butts ; )
• Front Butts
• Corgi Butts

It’s so sad to see it end, I tell ya whut.

:’(

Happy with the results.

This is still such a dumb screenplay.

I just finished reading the book again, and I really enjoyed it more than ever this time around. It’s a phenomenal book, and now it’s being released as a shitty cash cow for a very, very mediocre (at best) director/producer. 3-D? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? HOW GAUDY CAN YOU MAKE THIS BAZ? I love Lana Del Rey’s song for the soundtrack, but seriously? Having a mostly rap soundtrack and a score by Jay-Z? (Who, by the way, sucks. He has not done anything good in a decade besides move the Nets to Brooklyn.) This film will do no justice to the novel, and while I’ll eventually get around to watching the film, I am not going to pay $12 to see it at the moment. I am not going to rent it when it comes out. I will not even watch it on Netflix in two years when it’s released on that. I will illegally stream it on someone else’s wifi because I do not want any of my money to go to anyone involved with the film. God. I am fucking pissed at this.

Holy smokes.
All I wanna do is buy clothes online.
But I gotta gitta gift for momma.
:-]

not only are you a boring poet, but you seem like you would have been an asshole.