my shopping list

i'm about to go to walmart,,, so i made a list..

it reads:

razors
toilet paper
A1
shampoo
tea
eggs
loofa


i stared at it for a second trying to think of anything else i might add,,, and then it came to me,, underneath loofa i wrote : winnebago


just in case i drop it and somebody else picks it up and reads it... at first they'll be thinking, "this dude's life is boring" but then they might think,"this dude has ahlseimers"

butt mud

whew.... it's 2:00 pm... i just finished working out and am about to study for my government test tomorrow.. it should be a real doozie... anyhow,, i thought i might just stop by,, being as i haven't written in a while, though i have had several topics floating around my head as of lately....

i went to the muse concert on st. patrick's day... it was pretty sweet.. they have an awesome bass player,, and i had no idea that they were a three piece band.. i always assumed they had a dj and keyboard player doing most of the electronic stuff.. not so... pretty amazing...

anyhow, going to work the next day was a tough feat..... i was extremely tired... at one point I bent over to pop a chalk line on the floor. I felt a draft,,, ensuring me that my plumber butt was making it's grand appearance,,,,, at full throttle.... i was too tired and cared to little to do anything about it though... which turned out to be a mistake.... after we popped the chalk line,, i leaned back against the wall,, because i was too lazy to just stand straight up without the wall's help... I had failed to notice that the dry wall guys had just taped and bedded the seam between two pieces of sheet rock directly behind me,, and the dry wall mud was still wet.....

immediately i felt something cold and soft on my lower back and upper butt crack.... excited and embarrassed,, my first reaction was to pull my pants up... wrong move... all the mud that was on my back had now been smashed beneath my underwear and even farther down my crack....

my coworkers were amused to say the least... to compound my situation,, the only restroom available for us lowly construction workers lied 39 floors down,,,, at the loading dock... so i had to wait 10 minutes for the freight elevator to slowly make it's way to my elevation and then ride it all the way down... trying to move as little as possible,,, because every step held a small moment of embarrassment and that weird shrill feeling you get when something cold touches you,,, or you see something gross and painful and a shiver goes through your whole body for a split second.... that's what i felt.... every move..


just thought everyone would like to know that

charles bukowski, and "into the wild"

I'm enamored by the fact that occasionally in this life, you just stumble across something, that makes perfect sense.

lately i had heard of a writer named charles bukowski. i went to half price books and bought what i thought was one of his novels. upon cracking it open for the first time, i discovered that it was a book titled "charles bukowski" written by barry miles. oh well.. i read it anyway. biographies have always been my favorite books anyway. since then i've read several of his novels, and a few of his poems.

his biography tells of how he traveled around city to city in his early twenties, living in ratholes and surviving on nearly nothing. all the while writing every chance he got and selling his poems to whomever would publish them, occasionally doing some manual labor. in 1946 one of his short stories was published in a book produced by Black Sun Press, owned by a Mrs. Caresse Crosby and her husband Harry. They sent bukowski a letter stating that his story was,

"a most unusual and wonderful story,," and inquiring, "who ARE you?"

bukowski replied in letter with the best answer i think he could have given. I would have been proud to have thought of it myself,

"Dear Mrs. Caresse: I don't know who I am, Sincerely yours, Charles Bukowski



that single line is the best poem i've ever laid eyes on.



In other news, I was walking through the video store the other day, judging each movie by the artwork on it's cover. i saw a movie called "into the wild".. i picked it up and stared at it a while.. the picture was of a boy sitting on top of an old hippie bus... on top of a mountain. i stared for a while, and i felt a strong connection to the movie.. but i didn't rent it. three days later i went back to return the movie i did get (this is spinal tap) and i went back around the aisle until i found "into the wild" again.. this time i did rent it... It was awesome. i totally related.. made me want to drop everything and burn off into the world..

everyone should rent it. actually,, maybe a lot of people wouldn't like it.. but i thought it was perfect.. and two of my favorite people even had cameos in it: vince vaughn and zack galifinakis (spelling?)

anyhow,, both of which was introduced to me via accident (or was it), and proved to be worthwhile...


good night.