 |
|
|
|
Sunday, June 17, 2007
that good night
........................................................................................There was a dead bug on the desk, right behind the monitor's base. I noticed it a couple of days ago, winced at the sight of it, but then shrugged it off. So there's a dead tiny roach on the desk. What was I to do? Today I gave in. I took a business card from the stack of odds and ends on the desk. Carefully I slid it underneath the corpse. I lifted the paper funeral car, carried it to the trash basket and then tilted it. The bug rustled as it dropped on a crumpled piece of paper at the bottom of the basket. So much for respect for the dead. I shook the card and flipped it over. I might need this. I put the card back on the desk. I leaned on the desk and inspected the spot where the roach had been. There was a leg. The damn bug refuses to go gentle into that good night. I shrugged. at 4:52 PM by negar Monday, June 04, 2007
The Idiot's Guide to Titty Bar
........................................................................................I read Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper over the weekend. It's the memoirs of this nerdy/geeky office girl who decides to become a stripper in order to get a glimpse of the wild side - of herself mostly. It was a very interesting and entertaining read, if nothing else. It made me chuckle a lot and managed to seriously gross me out only once. I'd tell you what the disgusting part was about but I can't. Not here anyways. Submit a private inquiry if you're dying to know. But then why are you dying to know? Anyways, this is the Letterman interview that made me curious about this book in the first place. I watched it again this morning after I had finished the book to see if I can picture her stripping, giving a lap dance, giving a bed dance, or sitting in a display window at "the Wal-Mart of sex." I could and couldn't. Weird. By the way, it just occurred to me that the friend who sent me this video and recommended the book also told me about Coehlo's Eleven Minutes - which is by the way not worth reading - a couple of years ago. Maybe he's on a mission to inspire me to become a stripper. Or at least strip for him. But more likely it's simply that I'm the only person he knows who takes book recommendations so seriously. Now back to reading Raymond Carver until Running with Scissors comes in the mail. Hah, talk about living your dream life! at 1:01 PM by negar Friday, June 01, 2007
Cozy Horror
........................................................................................ Some people escape from their past. Some people escape to it. I don't understand the first group. Where do they escape to? What place is safer than one's past? There, one is never surprised. Never caught off-guard. Never scared. Future is the unknown. The unknown is frightening, even if it's something good that's not known. Past, instead, is the known. Why would anyone fear the known? As scary as it might have been at some point, now it's...well, it's just not anymore. People from the past are still the same - just as they were left. If they were jerks then, they're jerks now. Isn't there comfort in knowing that? I say there is. Oh, what a relief it is to know that one could not possibly screw up because it has already been screwed up to the maximum extent. What convenience! People who escape from their past should absolutely try this. at 12:37 AM by negar
|
Links
Archive
|
![[Powered by Blogger]](http://buttons.blogger.com/bloggerbutton1.gif){kind=small}