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Friday night.  Went to the movies and watched the second in the Hunger Games Trilogy.  Jennifer Lawrence...yeah...  Recently I've discovered that I get a much, much better night sleep if I read Philosophy books right before I sleep and keep soft jazzy hip-hop playing all night long.  Don't know if I've put the story of how I found out about Nujabes on my blog yet (don't think so - I will save that for another day.)  Because of Nujabes and the show "Samurai Champloo" I discovered a whole genre of music I was very sadly missing out on and am now making up time for.  I don't know what to call it accept Jazz-Hip-Hop.  Fat Jon, Nujabes, Force of Nature - I haven't even listened to this song by Taku, an artist I haven't heard of, but I bet you a fuck ton that it's awesome as boobs. http://youtu.be/EdemQNZVSUg  Well...maybe not that awesome...  I'm about half way through a bottle of cheap moscato.  It's pretty darn good.  BAREFOOT Moscato. Deliciously Sweet.  That's on the label - not my review. Though it is pretty sweet.  I'm in a funny mood.  I think that's evident not only by what I'm writing but by the fact that I'm writing at all.  And that I'm purposefully trying to get more and more intoxicated as I move along in this post.  I decided that this town is the worst largish city for dating.  My fucking tooth hurts.  My tongue too.  I think the dentist nicked my tongue when she was cleaning my tooth. It's right on the tip and it keeps bumping my front teeth making is worse.  Okay I'm pretty drunk now.  I got on here to say something specific.  I suppose I could try to do that.

A while back I had the most awesome idea for a date ever.  Accept - it was a horrible FIRST date idea.  More like a second or third date idea. Shopping, wine, cooking, good food, good movie, laughs - that kind of thing.  Which...sounds...pretty fucking awesome, especially when I draw out the details.  The problem, of course, being that you have to get to the point where you can do this kind of date.  You know - like - asking a girl out and all that jazz.  (3/4 of the bottle)

I read an article today about asking a girl out. Not a bad article. It mentioned not doing anything too complex or (I'm going to call it) heavy on for a first date.  That makes sense - and that's why the above date is a good second or third date. On my way home from the lonesome trip to the movies - I thought of a really good first date idea that would accomplish just about everything someone like me would need in a first date.

***Magical words and abnormal alignments lead me to asking a girl out and her saying yes***

"Sweet!  How about we meet up at Book and Music Exchange?"

oh...my...yes....

Can you think of a better place (for me) to have a first date with someone?  I mean...we get to look at books, music, and movies together all in one place!  Plus it gives me the opportunity to fulfill one of my base mating instincts to offer some sort of gift in an effort to meet with her approval.  I'll admit - this inspiration came from a post on a book lovers page on Facebook - something about, screw buying me a drink -- how about you buy me a book?  Hells yes - I will buy you all the books - and a Nujabes CD to listen to while you are reading them.  I mean, really, think about it.  You get to talk about your taste in books, movies, and music (and video games????) - a perfect reflection of someone's personality.  Or how about this?  What if she doesn't like the idea AT ALL?

Nuff Said

So - she starts looking at fantasy, non-fiction, science fiction.  I ask about Dresden and Ender - I get to make some 'er meh grrd' suggestions - she gets to let me know about the awesomeness that is (I don't fucking know - obviously I don't know about it yet)  I hand her all the sweetness that is Japanese electronic jazz and she fills me up on (again - seriously - I haven't heard of that shit yet.)  Orgasms will be had.

I mean, you know, brain orgasms...

(I finished the bottle about a paragraph ago.)

Not bad for a purposefully drunk article - I probably would have had better detail and less jumping right to book induced orgasms, but hey...

Good Morning

There's not a big difference between being awake and being asleep.  I can feel my body go unresponsive, time disappears.  Images, sounds, stories, music - screaming...  Why does waking up always feel like screaming?  I feel the same weight, or pressure, that you get from the whole experience of screaming.  Not excited screaming - the other kind.  The involuntary kind.  The kind of screaming that comes from your gut - a reaction rather than an activity.  Time has passed - the clock says so.  Was I just thinking about skateboarding on beams of light?  Ugh - why does my head hurt?  Can't really move yet.  Just get your arm working so you can turn off the alarm - turn on Netflix, or music, or an audio book so you don't go right back to... Fuck, is it 8:00???  Yeah the light turned off.  You're late for work man.  Do I have time to brush my teeth?  Guess I'll skip breakfast.  Need coffee.  Wait, need to feed the dog and ca...  Fuck, how is it 8:30?  Might as well brush my teeth and eat breakfast, you're supposed to be at work right now anyway.  mmmm... okay...sitting up.  Don't fall asleep - don't fall asleep. Shoes...no, pants...damn it - underwear - socks - shirt - pants - shirt - sweater - coat...um...shoes...  teeth?  no let the dog out.  uh - okay feed the animals...teeth,  food.  Water - need water.  Where the fuck are my shoes?  Need to warm up the car - 15 minutes ago...

of course the cat threw up on my coat...guess I'm wearing my hoodie to work. sigh...

why does my damn head hurt so much?

oh well - fuck it - drive to work...

Coffee - need coffee...

What

Oh my goodness, what a year.  Where did the last 5-6 months go?

Did I learn anything?

Surely.

Surely I learned something from it.

Yeah - but I would rather keep it to myself.  Interesting that - someone who want to write, thinking that he should keep his thoughts to himself.

I feel like writing some stories - yeah - I think that's what I'll do.