Entry 000103; 02.12.02

What the hell have I been doing? Somehow I managed to be too busy to write for um...some form of days. On my scratch paper, I have the following written down: "giggling african tribes, coherent dream about the flow of writing, earing, shoveling food mutt-parents."

I am so boring, yet so screwed up.

Ok so about the most boring...My spike earing has somehow managed to pierce itself BACKWARD. like, put a 1/8" spike on your ear, then pierce it by pushing the BASE FIRST. Yeah I was kind of freaked out when I looked in the mirror and realized half the spike was buried on my ear.

Moving on to something that doens't make me sad with it's lack of interest...was that a sentence? I hate me.

For like, 24 hours straight, my roomates were giggling like mad. LIKE MAD. I woke up either Friday or Thursday (I can't remmeber) to giggling. This reminded me of an article I once read in 321-Contact about a tribe in Africa that died from laughter. They wilted away from exhaustion and starvation. Some kind of disease. This was followed by images of having to hook IV's up to my roomates. Mind you this was all in the first 2 minutes of waking, my thought process is slugincarnate.

So I had this dream and I was writing. Like I used to write, not like I write now. You know. Good. So it was like I caught something that I've been missing lately, some kind of flow. I wrote a note down to remind myself to write about it so I could remember, but I've forgotten it. I suppose I'll just have to remain a shitty writer.

I saw another mutt the other day, I think it was wednesday when I went food shopping. I was parking my car when I saw a van with a white fat woman at the drivers seat, and a fat chinese man in the passenger seat. Of course the first thing I looked for was children. And I saw one, for like, a second. Unfortunately I caught myself staring again. It's kind of like seeing a freak of nature. It's the same kind of pull to just stare. The parents were sitting like beached whales, shoving thier faces full of those pre-cooked chickens they sell at shaws. They were doing it with such fervor, chicken was falling out of thier hands and mouths and falling into thier laps. Of course, this is probably re-constructive memory. If this had really happened the way I remember it, I would've been staring at the parents, not the mutt.

OK I'm writing all my sentences in fragments cause i'm too busy watching family guy. I will do this later.