"Get Me Something To Be Sick In!!!"

It's been long.

I had a dream where I was a manager at the coffee shop. What fun, and dear dear let's hope dreams do in fact come true. And to encourage employees who have to work at six in the morning, I would give the following spiel.

"Don't think of it as an opening shift, think of it as a starting shift. Because you open a book, but you start a legacy."

I'm quite sure that my employees hated me, but I think that line is pretty encouraging.

I also have two followers now, which counts for a very minute cult all depending on what I decide to write.

I had this conversation with someone from work.

"Do you believe in telepathy?" she asked.
"Not really."
"Ghosts?"
"Sure."
"You believe in ghosts, not telepathic vision?"
"Exactly. Ghosts don't have hotlines or ask for credit card numbers."

I have started letting the nadsat vocabulary seep in from numerous watches of A Clockwork Orange. Which is fine. Usually Steve and I will throw around phrases.

"Well, if it isn't fat stinking billy goat Billy Boy in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!"
"Let's get 'em, boys!"

I have been tempted about asking my psychology teacher if there is a crip side of the brain, or a gangster lobe.

Current musical ventures-Limbeck, the Ditty Bops, Paris Combo, and Phantom Planet.

Current literary ventures-________ (did you notice the blank?).

I finished Franz Kafka's Amerika two weeks ago. It was alright. There is a fast talking man named Kerry who talks about music with me at work. His presence is enjoyable, except he often does not realise that I cannot hear him, for his voice does not carry, and I simply cannot hear that fast. He gave me the new Andrew Bird CD, Rilo Kiley, and Paris Combo. He's a good guy though.

My boss in the pizza place speaks in a thick ebonics accent, as in, idiotically mispronounces things in a very high voice.

"Ya'll got any chicken wangs?"

"I graditated from U of A, Universe-iddy uh-f a-bonics."

Other things worth mentioning are unmentionable because one of the two people to potentially read this is directly connected. I am learning Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk, and am planning on going to karaoke with some friends. So I will end with confessing my new, and blossoming, love for the Bee Gees, especially Barry Gibb impressions.

"Ah-ha-aah-ah!"