a very moving experience...

mid afternoon on saturday and i cannot for the life of me remember how to move. i suppose i'm buying some property and i close this tuesday and i cannot remember right now how to pack. do i need boxes? can i move into my new place before i paint it? do i really have to move everything? can't i leave some of it?

i guess i kinda need boxes.

dude...

i spent the glorious morning shooting a scene for paul and t.s. and then i went and had a splendid afternoon at the russian turkish baths. that place is mega-dope and then regulars are some of my favorite people in the world. some guy was there today that's been going since 63! then some other dudes just congregate on the sun deck and talk about real funny shit. today's story was some guy that had an uncle (uncle henry i think) and he was already a bit loopy, butt he collected a comic book called spy smasher (or something) and he put a cape on once and thought he was spy smasher and he hit his head against something metal and then was never the same since. he got enlisted to fight in world war II and then eventually got stuck with kamikaze shrapnel in his gut.

huh. that's doesn't sound funny at all now that i'm rewriting it, butt when they were going on about his uncle and how he's half retarded, shit was FUNNY.

hmm.. i guess i'm not being that great of a storyteller, butt anushow the regulars are like the cool kids at school. they're just these untouchable locals that have been going there for like 20 years and they just talk and own the place. i wanna get in with the fuckin' cool kids (they're like in their late 40s) at the bath house.

one day....


like this important looking tax shit that's on my desk here that is important butt i haven't referred to it in like 8 months. what do i do with this shit? do i need to pack this? where do you put this shit? if you were really my friend you would be here helping me pack. not even doing any laborious work, butt i just need someone to say, "there's your pile of wires, untangle them and loop them or something and throw em in a box"

oh yeah... on your way here if you could pick me up some boxes, that would be keen.

thanks!

basically. a big landmark of an event is happening to me tuesday butt i just don't know about it. i mean i know about it, butt i don't wanna really do nothing about it. i mean i s'pose i should get some boxes from the grocery story and pack, butt i'd much rather get looaioid or more likely just sit on my bed and look at my feet.

ugh.

what a pain, butt i guess i gotta do it. i like haven't blogged in like a week and i didn't want to today, butt it's like shit man, i guess i'd rather blog than throw my shit in a box.

hmm...

i just packed one box. i guess i'm not supposed to throw my cd's with my olive oil with my staple gun with my underwear in the same box butt does it really matter. i mean, people in ecuador aren't going to die because of it right? i mean yes it's wrong and i know it's wrong, butt i swear i have a good heart...

okay dudes. i gotta start.

maybe i'll call some more people and then start.

ugh.

i shouldn't have gotten loopy at the russian turkish baths. too loopy right now...

ugh.

i also learned today that i have absolutely no sense of how to act around members of the opposite sex. butt i'll tell you what i did do. after plunging in the cold pool at the baths, i was with a friend today and just trying to be ultra charismatic and charming and debonaire and what not only to have her say thirty minutes later, "uhhh dude, can you please wipe the yellow banana slug dripping from your nasal cavity"

when trying to roll out the charmy charms and you've just plunged into some body of water, always check the snout for some languid boogers dripping delicately out your nose. it's not the most erotic image...

that's what i learned today.

okay..

ummm, shit.

i hate this responsibility growing up shit.

ok so what. so i admit it. i'm not the best apartment mover and packer. so what. you gunna stop being my friend?

ugh! please! por favor! i'll pay you guys 18 cent if you come here and pack my shit? aren't there some minorities i can call in to do this shit for me?

shit. i guess i'm a minority.

well then, shouldn't i have learned how to do this manual labor crap in minority school? did i miss that lecture?

sux. this sux. this sux. this uxs. hits xus. shit sxu.

okay. i just threw another pencil in the box.

wow.

look at that.

productive poogene.

okay then.

i love you!

fart!

poogene!