Live alone in a paradise that makes me think of two

I was watching a fat chick eat cake today.

After that factual description, I am not sure what else I can say.

I am sure you feel the pathos/sadness of the situation. Hey, a fat chick eating cake.

What are you gonna do?

It was at lunch, too.

I am not sure why I told you that.

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I am not sure about a lot of things.

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I am meeting a guy for breakfast tomorrow. Breakfast meetings are weird for me, since I am Not A Morning Person.

I hate mornings with the fury of a thousand suns.

I can't get all chit-chatty. I am not bright-eyed. I am not bushy-tailed. I never get the worm, and I don't give a flying fuck.

I prefer silence, coffee, solitude, sportcenter and staring at the internet, preferably all at the same time.

Unless it's a powder day. Then, I'm shot out of a cannon with my hair on fire.

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I went through some old pictures this weekend. I am having them put on a disc. I, I, I. Every sentence starts with "I."

Jesus.

This form of narrative needs a change of perspective.

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What if things had gone differently for you?

What if you had made different choices?

What if you had never considered anyone but yourself?

What are your five worst mistakes?

Can you name the best ten days of your life, up until this point?

The best five?

If you can't, you ought to wonder why.

Do you need someone to love you the whole day through?

One look in your eyes and I can tell that it's true.

Running 'round the same old town.

Doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you.

I've been first and last.

Look at how the time goes past.

But I'm all alone at last.

Rolling home to you.

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Cranking up steps and daydreaming of snow. A mind can drift away at a moment's notice. Days go by.

I can't understand the concept of boredom.

I don't think I have ever been bored.

If you're bored, that's your fault.

Can you read?

Do you have a pencil?

Can you cook?

Do you have a hobby?

Have the batteries run out on your gameboy?

Have you ever lost yourself in the moments when others get bored?

Do you have memories?

I do.

When you look at them, look right through themThat's when they disappear

I am embarking an art project with my freiend, K-Top.

We decided tonight; I lifted the idea from another artist.

We are going to send a book back and forth in the mail. A blank book. It will be writing and pictures and sketches and paste and paint.

The idea is to send it back and forth in the mail and work over what the other does.

I stole the idea from Stacie. We went to her show tonight. The idea started with a book, and then it was another book, and canvases, and other media.

It was really moving.

I called K-Top from the show, because I thought of him right away. I left a message.

We went home and put in a Bill Hicks DVD. (Dude was funny. Period. And I know funny.)

K-Top called me back, and asked me what I was doing.

"Making a quesadilla and watching a Bill Hick DVD."

"No way! I'm watching a Bill Hicks DVD."

Bill Hicks died in the early 90's. It was a rather random coincidence.

Anyway, he is in for the art project. I'd like to involve his brothers, Tony and Eric, but Tony is probably too busy and I am not sure Eric would be interested.

See you around.