December 2004
10 posts
peppermint syrup.
Uttered by Nic in the last 5 minutes, part 2.
(… singing …)
“Jingle bells jingle bells…”
(… pause …)
(muffled)“… jingle my cock.”
(… long pause …)
“FUCK ALL THIS!”
“Can you make hot chocolate in the toaster?”
“I want to play with milk!”
something for the weekend.
This writer purchases flats of Red Bull from Costco on a very regular basis.
Today’s purchase resulted in this conversation between female checker and hapless writer.
Girl: “Red Bull.”
Jay: “That’d be that there, yes?”
Girl: “What?”
(… Jay legitimately does not know the answer…)
(… pause …)
Girl: “You should try the...
everyone wants to see that groovy thing.
Unattainable action item: Drop off massive amounts of clothing at Dr. Dry Clean. The doctor is closed.
Unforseen consequence: Purchase of a six pack of Coke and a bag of Kettle Chips at a deli.
Parenthetical: Dr. Dry Clean is the actual name of the business I attempted to visit. It’s not a manifestation of my habit of assigning proper names to Everything.
Drinking soda feels so...
anycrap.
Jay: “What do you want for Christmas?”
Alissa: “Christmas!”
(… later …)
Jay: “… And what do you want for Christmas?”
Alissa: “Something cool. You know about cool stuff, right?”
(… From my Grandmother’s birthday, 12/19 …)
Dad:: “I’ve got a hard-on for you!”
Grandma: “Hey, you’ve...
a die puny humans new year.
Warren Ellis on 2004.
Extended swipe:
“2004: the year blogging got boring and the year commenting systems
broke. The year Bit Torrent got really big and the year the Motion Picture
Association Of America somehow became a world power. The year Indymedia
finally managed to frighten someone and the year MoveOn.org managed to
convince no-one. The year of podcasting, and the year no-one had...
for full track listing see inlay.
Issues from my last day of college.
Attempted to put conditioner in hair while shampoo was still in hair. Cue screaming.
Poured beans directly into french press before grinding them. For the umpteenth time. Cue confusion.
And so, the things is- I graduated.
Mike: “Exactly how hard is it to drink drunk?”
(… IM conversation while working from home …)
Jay: WHY THE...
manteca.
Sick during finals. Can’t think. Uck.
Been drifting in and out of consciousness.
Earlier, during a phone conversation with my mother, I dubbed her wireless router at home “The Martian”, denoted by the antennas.
Back to drifting in and out of consciousness.
a star trail, a geminid meteor.
Look. Up in the sky.
Make hot cocoa. Bundle up. Tell your friends: the best meteor shower of 2004 is about to peak on a long cold December night.
Sweet Christmas. I wish I wasn’t stuck inside coding tonight.
jay
who is hit in the brain
every twenty seconds or so,
and remains laying down.
the end of all the medicine I've been taking.
This writer despises the on campus cafe. Mucky mucky watered down coffee like stuff with no purpose in this world. That’s what they serve. Really. It might even be the name of the god damned blend.
Believe it. Trust the fuckhead on this one.
But the cafe is visited when extenuating circumstances warrant it. Imagine this writer having built up a certain amount of distance with the world...
consumerism wow!
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