Monday, August 05, 2002
bloop bloop...
moments of genius, so easy to pass by. every time i sit and write, i just hope i will manage to hit one in mid sentance somehow. if i write long enough, it always seems to happen. but the longer i wait in between writing, the longer it takes to hit. i think when i write like daily, my mind is more in tune with its inner genius, so i hit them a lot more often. thusly, writing becomes mroe and more frustrating for me, because even though this is a personal log thing, i am driven by this need to entertain. so i figure if i'm going to write crap, why write at all???
there is a serious serious flaw with this. my crap ends up being some of the greatest stuff ever. i mean, you go back to some of my blogs back in the day that start of like "bloop bloop wankenheimer i have nothing to write about" and they end up being these huge thought out jewels of unbridaled crazyness.
what it really comes down to, is that i really enjoy writing. even if you think what comes out is crap, i think i am one of the greatest writers in modern history. i don't care what all the other members of this so called modern history think, i'm a genius when i hit that sweet spot. which is a lot. i'm just a genius, is what it works out too.
bwaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
i need to find a place to live in september. i haven't really done anything at all too look. i sent out like 2 emails, thats all i've really done. its not going to cut it. the longer i put it off, the bigger the possibility of living out of my car becomes. that would be ass. i'm just so lazy. i mean, i've been getting these stupid girls gone wild things for months and months and months, and all i need to do is call my credit card company and have them stop payment to these stupid fucks and they'll stop sending them. but i don't. i'm so lazy.
i don't understand how these girls gone wild people are allowed to stay in business. there is literally no way to contact them to cancel your subscription. they never tell you that you are signing up for a subscription, at least i didn't know. then the keep charging your credit card over and over. they give a phone number to contact if you have any questions, but this phone number is disconnected and doesn't work. sending things to their po box doesn't work. any attempts at email contact end up sending you a form email with an ad for their website. it is absolutely retarded. who cares if worldcom has been hiding earnings, sic the financial justice hounds on freaking girls gone wild so i can cancel my damn subscription without having to bug my credit card company to block all payments to this stupid company.
i hate the phone. i think the phone is the bastard spawn of satan. i don't really know why i hate it so much. all though, for some reason at the wedding reception i was at recently, i busted out an old repressed story about getting hit in the head with a phone as punishment when i was about 4 or 5....... suddenly it makes a little more sense. anyways, i really hate talking to people on the phone. it seems like a silly thing, but i actually have some sort of wierd phobia that keeps me from say, picking up the phone to order a pizza. its kind of annoying, i think.
hating the phone makes me hate a lot of things, like apartment shopping. i mean jesus, you have to call people about apartments. i'm not a fan of taking responsibility and such anyways, but taking responsibility that also involves massive amounts of phone calls? FUCK ME. i'm getting butterflys in my stomach just writing about it. this is bad.....
anyways, time to hit up the seattle times classifieds. fucked...........
wankout
moments of genius, so easy to pass by. every time i sit and write, i just hope i will manage to hit one in mid sentance somehow. if i write long enough, it always seems to happen. but the longer i wait in between writing, the longer it takes to hit. i think when i write like daily, my mind is more in tune with its inner genius, so i hit them a lot more often. thusly, writing becomes mroe and more frustrating for me, because even though this is a personal log thing, i am driven by this need to entertain. so i figure if i'm going to write crap, why write at all???
there is a serious serious flaw with this. my crap ends up being some of the greatest stuff ever. i mean, you go back to some of my blogs back in the day that start of like "bloop bloop wankenheimer i have nothing to write about" and they end up being these huge thought out jewels of unbridaled crazyness.
what it really comes down to, is that i really enjoy writing. even if you think what comes out is crap, i think i am one of the greatest writers in modern history. i don't care what all the other members of this so called modern history think, i'm a genius when i hit that sweet spot. which is a lot. i'm just a genius, is what it works out too.
bwaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
i need to find a place to live in september. i haven't really done anything at all too look. i sent out like 2 emails, thats all i've really done. its not going to cut it. the longer i put it off, the bigger the possibility of living out of my car becomes. that would be ass. i'm just so lazy. i mean, i've been getting these stupid girls gone wild things for months and months and months, and all i need to do is call my credit card company and have them stop payment to these stupid fucks and they'll stop sending them. but i don't. i'm so lazy.
i don't understand how these girls gone wild people are allowed to stay in business. there is literally no way to contact them to cancel your subscription. they never tell you that you are signing up for a subscription, at least i didn't know. then the keep charging your credit card over and over. they give a phone number to contact if you have any questions, but this phone number is disconnected and doesn't work. sending things to their po box doesn't work. any attempts at email contact end up sending you a form email with an ad for their website. it is absolutely retarded. who cares if worldcom has been hiding earnings, sic the financial justice hounds on freaking girls gone wild so i can cancel my damn subscription without having to bug my credit card company to block all payments to this stupid company.
i hate the phone. i think the phone is the bastard spawn of satan. i don't really know why i hate it so much. all though, for some reason at the wedding reception i was at recently, i busted out an old repressed story about getting hit in the head with a phone as punishment when i was about 4 or 5....... suddenly it makes a little more sense. anyways, i really hate talking to people on the phone. it seems like a silly thing, but i actually have some sort of wierd phobia that keeps me from say, picking up the phone to order a pizza. its kind of annoying, i think.
hating the phone makes me hate a lot of things, like apartment shopping. i mean jesus, you have to call people about apartments. i'm not a fan of taking responsibility and such anyways, but taking responsibility that also involves massive amounts of phone calls? FUCK ME. i'm getting butterflys in my stomach just writing about it. this is bad.....
anyways, time to hit up the seattle times classifieds. fucked...........
wankout
