even for me. And I'm one of those people who can actually find the art in watching grass grow... or paint dry. If you haven't noticed, I'm a big fan of the ellipses. And since I have an undergraduate degree in writing I feel I can abuse the conventions of writing any way I choose.
I am on day 5 or 6 or something like that with bike riding. Then I had an idea. Hop balls for transportation. Yesterday she was scooting around the yard like her hair was on fire. I mean, she was faaast.
I am still obsessing over bike racks. Maybe I could invent a kind of bike rack you take with you. But how would you transport it? I already hate the clunky U-lock under my set that clanks and clunks when I go over bumps.
I think that's it for today. I will listen to some new music now and plan my future. What ever happened to Sub Pop records? I will look it up. Also, I read some stuff about the Wooster Collective that looked interesting. How do art kids get away with being art kids? Who is supporting them?
Why is it that everytime I sit down to write at the computer I just can't do it. But when I have paper I can... and I can sketch my ideas out... all that. It probably has something to do with my prevous Office Space-like work life.
Tonight I made a big pot of chilli. Cooking the turkey meat almost made me wretch. Yuck. I really have to start taking a stand and cooking separate meals for myself. There are veins and stuff in there! Yuck x 90. How I hate cooking.
