Went to calc today. BORINGEST CLASS EVER. I stabbed my eyeballs out with a spork just to pass the time.
Chilled with people, talked to people, etc etc.
Decided that I wanted some more Tj00z or something like that (even though I was practically broke). So I decided to go to Newbury Comics first and use the gift certificate and then go to the Whole Foods next door and find some Tj00z.
I got Pay It Forward, which I'm going to watch tonight. And Corrina, Corrina, which I never got to see all of. So it was cheap (6 bucks) so I bought it so that I could see it all.
Then I did not find Tj00z, but I did find normal pomegranate juice, but it was mad-expensive (like SIX BUCKS) (and in one of those glass jars that holds, like, 23048 liters!) (BTW, expensive is determined by how much money I have in my pocket) so I didn't buy any.
I just realized I had lotsa cash in my car... shoulda ran out and grabbed that.
And my throat hurts like WHOA cuz I sang The Last Five Years all the way there and back. Loudly.
Yar, ow.
You know what drives me crazy? I'm sorry, can I say this? You know what drives me nuts? The fact that we could be together, Here together, Sharing our night - Spending our time. And you are gonna choose someone else to be with. No, you are. Yes, Jamie, that's exactly what you're doing: You could be here with me, Or be there with them. As usual, guess which you pick No, Jamie, you do not have to go to another party With the same twenty jerks you already know. You could stay with your wife on her fucking birthday, And you could, God forbid, even see my show. And I know in your soul it must drive you crazy That you won't get to play with your little girlfriends. No, I'm not, no I'm not! And the point is, Jamie, That you can't spend a single day that's not about You and you and nothing but you. "Mahvelous" novelist, you! Isn't he wonderful, just twenty-eight - The savior of writing. You and you and nothing but you. Miles and piles of you, Pushing through windows and bursting through walls En route to the sky... And I- I swear to God I'll never understand How you can stand there, straight and tall, And see I'm crying And not do anything at all.
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