In an attempt to write more often, even when i have nothing to say ("the manifesto of bloggers" -- especially political ones), I have decided to yammer on for a paragraph or two (thanks to the feeb's prodding). Today is an unfortunate day to begin as I'm in a lousy mood, and a bit under the weather. I'm both notoriously patient and famously intolerant. I've been yelling at every at work today. I become such a stereotypical New Yorker when I'm at the office -- loud, insulting, vulgar. I think the co-workers enjoy it to a point -- if you go to the zoo, you want to see the tiger shred a basketball, not nap on his paws.Luckily, I have my iTunes to soothe my savage breast. Jim Ford plays now. He was a huge influence on Nick Lowe. I've also been listening to Paul Williams lately. It's the production mostly, the soft-seventies. Gentle strings, tinkling piano, and fat bass.
Back to work. My paid chores. Soulless toiling. Etc., etc...
2 comments:
Nice. Format reminds me of the stuff you did for yaddasite.com.
More writing!
BTW, my word verification is "Zeuon," which makes me think of both Zevon and perhaps a henchman of Xenu.
fuck your co-workers. fuck your job. you should spend more time writing and less time working.
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