i get up i get down

OK, clothes in dryer...i have exhausted the MySpace, the bands-friends' websites i couldn't care less about and forced myself to watch SNL because oooh i just knew Cathy Zena Jones would be 1/2 naked in the first segment and I WAS RIGHT! really!

so now kiddies, i will join in the self obsessed-what-i-did-today-but-nobody-cares-everyone's-trying-to-be-nice LiveJournal
escapade. honestly, no one gives a fuck about it but this is a way to feel SOMEONE is listening in a way the geniuses at NASA (pre-going out of business sale) send messages into space.

happy?
today i woke late, had drapes open previous night which allowed the sunny delight to fill the bedroom and keep me 1/2 awake from about 6 a.m. in the "i probably should close thezzzzzz" atmosphere. a killer. THEN "oh i left the pumpkin in the backseat of the car last night" before rolling over, back to sleep. my back was hurting. and i know the cause of lower back pain - stress, guilt, everything so i laughed about it when i woke and it was gone in seconds.
130 p.m.... crawled into kitchen, had banana and vitamins and a shower (SEE HOW BORING THIS IS? NO ONE CARES! AND I'M FUNNY!)
then put on the Grays cd which i still love despite Jason Falkner being a talentless shithead and Jon Brion following that trend years later while currently believing his own smoke & mirrors crap to be works of genius. heh.
anyone hear his cover of Queen's "Play the Game?" pathetic....but HILARIOUS!
anyway i always wake up to "nothing between us" and love it.

checked mail, had an offer to see another Queen tribute band called "Queen + Paul Rodgers" at Houses Of The Hollywood Bowl
tonight and as much as i love Paul's voice AND filling in for Fred Mercury, my favorite singer...i dunno.
this week a co-worker gave me first shot at 2 cheap tickets in a so-so section off to the left but probably worth it and i turned those down as well.

funny thing is after the Grays i had to hear a Queen song, "Sweet Lady" which is a favorite. big smiles - i thought back to being almost 11 and it is snowing outside my room and i have lots of dogs outside and i feel warm inside and Queen are alive and well and probably having another insane party according to Creem magazine. far away.

as the song faded i got a definite "no fucking way" feeling and decided against going to the show tonight. and i got happy.

could not decide what to eat...and it got later..and later...
got coffee, money, filled up with gasoline and some idiot who REALLY DID NOT seem homeless or poor stood at a good distance, held out a can of i think Miller Lite and asked "hey buddy (always a bad sign) have you got a few bux so i can put some gas in my truck? all i have is this can of beer and.."
and? why waste time, i said no.
went for a take-out veggie tostada and steak taco (mmmm!) at normally happenin', trendy spot in the the valley and NO ONE in the place. 9 p - saturday?? is EVERYONE at Queen??
fuck me.
got home and ate listening to remaster of "Close To The Edge"
and finally the weekend started. everything changed, i was awake. oooh HBO saturday! Oooh Fat Albert! YOU FUCKS!!!!
yeeeah well i did want to see Fat Albert - not joking. probably fun even w/ my sick sense of humor (BTW everyone on LJ seems to advertise a "sick sense of humor").
no boxing on Showtime? bah!
so i started laundry and came back in to hear "and you and i" again and felt as i did when i was 13. pleasant.
"sweaters...it's cold ..i'll wash these as well!".
know what i hate (THIS, THE "HERE'S WHAT I FUCKIN' HATE" ROUTINE)...people being too stupid to manage a clothes-washin' schedule by piling their trashy loads into trash bags and taking 19+ hours when i have to wait. my gawd you're all pigs!pigs! do they wait until every last fucking thread has been worn 3 times?
and why do most people appear to be wearing the same clothes every day for weeks...that throws us into another mystery!
could be months before they buy generic Tide and wonder why their panties are itching their lil' foo-fi.
Sherlock Holmes investigates, yes. "Watson! collect my carriage, eyeglasses and condoms, we shall travel the city!"
Godspeed, Holmes...stay away from Crazy Girls.

this to me is second only to smokers. no reason to smoke. none.
you bitch about "the system" or government or "the planet going to hell" as you get a new Perfect Circle tattoo and you're 34, ya know to keep it real...AND YOU SMOKE.
"gonna die anyway!" SO DON'T BITCH!
"WELL it's not like i'm a.." YES YOU ARE!
"it's hard to quit" THAT'S ANOTHER NON-DISEASE LIKE ALCOHOL OR DRUG ABUSE. IT'S NOT A DISEASE, YOU ARE A CHILD.
so then it's about freedom? hahaha. child.
so yeah smokers, people who beg for money and the Loads O' Laundry Fux are who we need to target as terrorists these days since we eagerly hold hands with the real ones.

this weekend, a write off, unhappy, unmotivated and unsure as to why but it happens. the guitars have been taken out and stand waiting. the pumpkin still in the car, waiting.
the clothes in the dryer, waiting.
but it doesn't hurt to wait as long as you are warm.