"Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny." -- unknown

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results - Albert Einstein

what the world needs now
May 10, 2002 - 10:56 pm

i don't like bars. i'm not sure why i go.

funny things i heard at the bar:

after leaving a fifty cent tip on a four dollar drink: "that was really nice of me wasn't it?" the funny part..she got a dollar bill in change and dug out the two quarters to leave as a tip.

while sitting at the bar two friends, both girls stand on each side of me and start to order drinks from one bartender at the same time. after he gets the order straight the two girls start talking: "i want to get jen a blowjob." "she'll love you if you get her jack." "ok, no blowjob, just jack." she ordered a shot of jack daniels. if you don't know, a blowjob is a shot. i was very tempted to say "i'd be happy to take that blowjob." i didn't. i'm a wuss.

other things.

it's always raining in my head.

the guy upstairs has a guitar. i can't quite tell what he's singing or playing.

my ceiling squeaks.

you know. i really can't figure you out. i'm not at all sure if you want to talk or not. my perception is all screwy. see, nothings really changed for me. now, instead of 98% of my conversations being online only about 85% are. well, would be if i was online..which means i don't talk to many people at all.

my ears are clogged or something. i need to get them fixed.

i get in a funky mood when i go to the bar alone. sometimes...it seems like the whole world slows to a crawl. that i see everything, every interaction, in minute detail. it's sort of bizarre. i didn't even drink that much. i spent nine dollars and twenty-five cents. i had three draft beers, one rum and coke and one slice of pepperioni pizza. in my old town that would have been about twenty bucks.

other other things.

i'm not sure there are other other things.

either my ears are more clogged than i think or he has some kinda low volume mic that makes his voice sound fuzzy.

if i could tell the world one thing...it would be....

no, i wouldn't tell the world anything. 'cause what the world need now is a new kinda tension 'cause the old one just bores me to death.