Marc
Schaumburg, Illinois, USA
I just did a very bad thing - I walked into my first IKEA store, and I have a list of things that, praises be, I'll be able to buy someday soon (this weekend!) because now that I've seen them, I need them ... badly. Fuck Fight Club, man. I want it all right fucking now! goddamnit. I absolutely must have that Benno cd tower and the Billy bookcase and the Eneby television stand. I mean, my room is going to be a tiny bit bigger than it was a week ago, so that means I get to cram more stuff into it. Never mind that I have no idea how I'm going to possibly be able to haul these things back to Normal in my tiny car. Fuck it all, yo. It simply needs to be down there ... soon.
Besides that, I didn't get anywhere "soon" today. Spent five hours traveling roughly 100 miles, give or take. I read the first 50 pages of Michael Moore's Stupid White Men in a fifteen mile long traffic jam. Beat that shit, jiggy. I didn't ever think I was going to make it here, and now that I am here, all I want to do is veg out. It wasn't really that hard of a day ... it's just that I had to pee really badly there for a while whilst I was stuck on the unforgiving interstate, and I pulled off into the ghettos of Gary looking for some kind of restroom with no luck. All I got stuck in there was another traffic jam. Goddamn, it was such a pain in the ass.
And I was jonesing for that Strike Anywhere album the whole time, and I'm just now able to listen to it. Maybe that means I should buy it for car-riding/driving consumption while I'm home this weekend -- assuming, of course, that I make it home this weekend at all. I might just camp out in the linens department at IKEA, my new home away from home. My cd/dvd racks that I bought three years ago from WalMart have just about had it, and they hardly stand up straight anymore, and they basically just suck balls, so I think it's time to upgrade. Besides, the chicks dig IKEA (aka - maybe if I get some IKEA the chicks'll dig me).
Which reminds me ... I got asked by a little someone over the course of last weekend whether or not I was gay. Awesome! Guess this means I can kind of join the Jesse/Zook club wherein we are totally heterosexual people, yet our heterosexuality was brought into question. Who knows, really? I actually think I replied something along the lines of, "maybe, shit! It's not like I'm doing to well with women, eh?" I guess I can see how someone might think I was gay ... wait, no I can't. Ah well.
Schaumburg, Illinois, USA
I just did a very bad thing - I walked into my first IKEA store, and I have a list of things that, praises be, I'll be able to buy someday soon (this weekend!) because now that I've seen them, I need them ... badly. Fuck Fight Club, man. I want it all right fucking now! goddamnit. I absolutely must have that Benno cd tower and the Billy bookcase and the Eneby television stand. I mean, my room is going to be a tiny bit bigger than it was a week ago, so that means I get to cram more stuff into it. Never mind that I have no idea how I'm going to possibly be able to haul these things back to Normal in my tiny car. Fuck it all, yo. It simply needs to be down there ... soon.
Besides that, I didn't get anywhere "soon" today. Spent five hours traveling roughly 100 miles, give or take. I read the first 50 pages of Michael Moore's Stupid White Men in a fifteen mile long traffic jam. Beat that shit, jiggy. I didn't ever think I was going to make it here, and now that I am here, all I want to do is veg out. It wasn't really that hard of a day ... it's just that I had to pee really badly there for a while whilst I was stuck on the unforgiving interstate, and I pulled off into the ghettos of Gary looking for some kind of restroom with no luck. All I got stuck in there was another traffic jam. Goddamn, it was such a pain in the ass.
And I was jonesing for that Strike Anywhere album the whole time, and I'm just now able to listen to it. Maybe that means I should buy it for car-riding/driving consumption while I'm home this weekend -- assuming, of course, that I make it home this weekend at all. I might just camp out in the linens department at IKEA, my new home away from home. My cd/dvd racks that I bought three years ago from WalMart have just about had it, and they hardly stand up straight anymore, and they basically just suck balls, so I think it's time to upgrade. Besides, the chicks dig IKEA (aka - maybe if I get some IKEA the chicks'll dig me).
Which reminds me ... I got asked by a little someone over the course of last weekend whether or not I was gay. Awesome! Guess this means I can kind of join the Jesse/Zook club wherein we are totally heterosexual people, yet our heterosexuality was brought into question. Who knows, really? I actually think I replied something along the lines of, "maybe, shit! It's not like I'm doing to well with women, eh?" I guess I can see how someone might think I was gay ... wait, no I can't. Ah well.
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