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out of time
Jan. 24th, 2003 10:56 amMy mind was full of such strange thoughts last night, I could barely contain them. Nothing bad, per se. Just bizarre little musings in my head about my life, recent past relationships, the differences between the then me and the now me, etc. Fun stuff, right? Right.
I suppose it's better when I stand outside on my smoke break and wonder how the fuck Iceman from the X-men comic/Spider Friends cartoon in the 80's coasted on ice to get where he was going. How does the ice fucking stay up? Why doesn't the shit melt? Could he go over the Atlantic Ocean like that?
I need sleep. And a lot of it. heh.
That bizarre little musing also reminded me of an ex-roommate, Demond. Mainly because this one time when he was stoned, he had started laughing at our other roommate, Tony of Destruction, and said, "He thinks he's motherfuckin' ICEMAN an' shit!"
This became a kind of catch phrase amongst the group of us for a time, said when we felt someone was playing the cool game. Or when we just wanted to torture Demond, which was always.
Leaving to drive my mother to chemotherapy in about ten minutes. Today, I don't have to stay there with her as my brother's driving up to meet her there. I drove her home from work on Tuesday and stayed home, thus missing half a day. Therefore, I decided his unemployed ass can take her to chemo today so I don't miss any more time at work.
I hear REM on someone's radio in my office. This is somehow intriguing. It half reminds me of high school, dancing in a playground in the middle of the night with someone's little tape recorder playing this song. And it half reminds me of Richard's father, in a pub with a guitar, leading a rowdy group of drunken rugby players at a bachelor party to sing this song.
I think I thought I saw you cry.
I suppose it's better when I stand outside on my smoke break and wonder how the fuck Iceman from the X-men comic/Spider Friends cartoon in the 80's coasted on ice to get where he was going. How does the ice fucking stay up? Why doesn't the shit melt? Could he go over the Atlantic Ocean like that?
I need sleep. And a lot of it. heh.
That bizarre little musing also reminded me of an ex-roommate, Demond. Mainly because this one time when he was stoned, he had started laughing at our other roommate, Tony of Destruction, and said, "He thinks he's motherfuckin' ICEMAN an' shit!"
This became a kind of catch phrase amongst the group of us for a time, said when we felt someone was playing the cool game. Or when we just wanted to torture Demond, which was always.
Leaving to drive my mother to chemotherapy in about ten minutes. Today, I don't have to stay there with her as my brother's driving up to meet her there. I drove her home from work on Tuesday and stayed home, thus missing half a day. Therefore, I decided his unemployed ass can take her to chemo today so I don't miss any more time at work.
I hear REM on someone's radio in my office. This is somehow intriguing. It half reminds me of high school, dancing in a playground in the middle of the night with someone's little tape recorder playing this song. And it half reminds me of Richard's father, in a pub with a guitar, leading a rowdy group of drunken rugby players at a bachelor party to sing this song.
I think I thought I saw you cry.
