[ Friday, February 21, 2003 ]
fucked up.... i just had the weirdest fucking conversation.... this lady phoned, i think her name was kate, or kara, or something? i don't know... she had this totally languid opium voice... it took me a while to have any idea of what it was she was talking about... she was saying that she's a "collector" of art or something, and she wanted to commision some work, or buy some animation, or something?? ... i got this really bizarre sexual vibe from her halfway through the conversation, it was strange as hell, i've never really experienced anything quite like it, and i'm not sure how to explain it... i felt like she was going to start saying all sorts of weird ass stuff to me... odd. it was like she was crawling right into my ear in some way.had a good lunch, coffee and "kan's best wonton" soup... all sorts of weird little dumpling fellas, yum. the restaurant seems to have potential. on the men's bathroom door was a sign with a red background and a sillhouette (sp?) of a guy smoking a big pipe, kinda subgeniusy.
i'm glad its friday... get to escape the bullshit choking of the place for almost long enough to catch my breath. I have to put all this in perspective and gain some view of the long term, but its something i've always found difficult to do.
tomorrow marks the reunification of the arizona jazz farm, at long last! that should be good, hopefully. so fucking long since we played!! my god, man. ah well. damn... those wontons gave me gas! but its worth it... i just hope the air clears a little before fanny gets here. yarr...
and zero return rocks the open mic at the astoria tuesday! that should be fun. we didn't go last week, but we ended up having a really cathartic jam, with mark sitting in on drums... three guitars going off in a psychopunkadelic frenzy!! good times.
and i found out that mike's building has a work out room!! all the joys of the gym without having to go to the gym! shweet. have to arrange a day for the sweating . maybe monday. punish the body for returning to the work week. encourage it to try to escape. but the trap has tight jaws, it will require strength of body and mind to find a way out. and even then, escape or not, it all ends in death. but might as well get some pipes while i'm alive... just in case we need to crush anybody fucking with the shopping cart sound system. yar.
i can't wait for spring... and i can't wait for the new ween album!! both should hopefully come together... my favourite quote about it from deaner "the shits are heavy, and mammoth in size"...
Escaper [2/21/2003 05:50:00 PM]
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