I also went to the aforementioned hookah place…
Ow, my lungs.
So ever since, because it’s remained sunny, I’ve been feeling really jealous of people with dogs. They have a really good excuse to play outside and go to the beach to throw sticks and all kinds of other fun stuff that you can’t do alone (or even with your significant other).
‘Cause when you throw a stick and yell ‘fetch boy!’ and you’re alone, you just seem sort of sad. And when you throw a stick and yell ‘fetch boy!’ and you’re with your significant other, you’re just asking for trouble.
I am still wasting all kinds of time instead of working, writing long-winded emails to other pro-procrastinators, and reading comics. I’m was supposed to interview Natalie Dee (see last post) for ION’s June issue, but she turned out to be a massive bitch so we cut the piece. Alas, this means I no longer have an excuse to spend hours reading her site, her husband’s site, and their joint site. Oh well.
I’m also reading a book called Apex Hides The Hurt for possible inclusion in ION as well. The author, Colson Whitehead, won something called a MacArthur Fellowship (otherwise known as a MacArthur Genius Grant) in 2002. It’s worth $500,000 (USD), and winners can put that money toward any endeavour of their choice, no strings attached. On one hand, I admire him. On the other, I want to claw his eyes out in a jealous rage.
How come no one ever offers ME hundreds of thousands of dollars to do whatever I want? I mean, I’m pretty, right?
I mean smart. I’m smart.
P.S. I realized something this morning. I actually have a pair of blue suede shoes. I wear them almost every day and it never even occurred to me that they are both blue and suede. I will now throw on some Marc Cohn in celebration. (I’d put on Elvis, but my mp3 list is kind of crappy.)
P.P.S. A lot of people have been commenting on the blah-og lately. Knowing I have readers makes this thing way more fun to write. The quality of the writing itself may have deteriorated though. I can’t tell.