yeah, well, it’s not totally broken, or i wouldn’t be able to write about it being broken. right? but i done fucked it up good. i was just about to figure out how to record myself via microphone while recording britney via mp3 to another mp3, when … well, let’s just say i can’t hear anything anymore. at all.
i love it how what started out as a self-motivational tool turned into an embarrassing attention-gimmick, which has in turn turned into the outright destruction of my computer. this is me.
i’m pathetic and tired now, so i’m going to bed with the matter unresolved. suck. i will leave you with a tidbit of my day.
around ten this morning, my phone at work rang, which isn’t all that odd because it does that, infrequently, and i have gotten so used to this phone-ringing event that i actually answer it, say the right introductory bit, and even listen to what the person has to say every once in a while. this bit of technology, i’ve mastered.
what i was not prepared for was the identity of the caller. (i will actually invoke the right of pseudonym in this case, and you’ll have to take my word for it that it’s completely apt.)
dogstar and i have a really complex, weird, and otherwise confusing friendship. if you haven’t noticed by now, i’m not big on personal intrigue and confusion. i like things to be straightforward when the situation calls for it. like, for example, when two people have gotten in the habit of talking to each other pretty much every day, or at least every other day, and then one of them just stops.
so the other stops.
yeah, and waits.
then the waiting person leaves a voicemail message. hey, what’s up? where did you go? no response. the waiting person decides to give up, after several more weeks.
giving up requires a bit of posturing. it requires the use of the phrase “i didn’t really give a shit about him, anyway” which is such a fucking lie it’s absurd, especially when it comes to me. the list of things i don’t give a shit about is about two items long: neckties and monster trucks. i could not care less about either of these things. the rest, i care about. don’t ask me why; it is a total waste of my time. yeah yeah yeah.
so anyway, i somehow end up in yerba buena gardens with dogstar today, and as he sips a large dr. pepper from a large plastic cup and chats about the album he’s working on, i think about several things:
whoever takes things at face value, anyway?