ok,
here’s another germaine and poignant journal entry.
another journal entry concerning itself with some of the many important issues that we face as denizens of this chaotic and confusing world.
issue #1: scrabble.
as many of you know i think of myself as something of a scrabble whiz (and scrabble is fucking cool, yo, so don’t dis the scrabble).
but the other day my old friend kelly and i were playing scrabble (after eating tacos, yes, it’s true) and i got a mediocre 223 points.
kelly, on the other hand, got 415 points.
she almost beat me by 200 points!
granted she did get the q, z, x, j, h, v, and most of the other good letters.
but still. the game ended and i was stunned.
racked with ennui.
riddled with soul-crushing despair. the only thing i’ve ever been good at and this little strumpet shows up and kicks my ass. in my own home! the nerve of her…
i felt so, so, emasculated. so inadequate. so inferior.
and then i thought of taco’s and my spirits were lifted and i felt fine.
next time i’ll cheat, that’ll show her.
next up: silk chocolate soy milk.
boy, that’s good chocolate soy milk.
next up: hookers and blow.
just trying to keep things credible hear, what with me being a quasi-public figure musician and whatnot. can’t just prattle on about scrabble and soy milk and taco’s and expect to be deemed credible by the cultural gatekeepers. i’ve never done cocaine. i fear that if i did it once i would have to do it every day for the rest of my life. and it would make my chest hair grow and it would give me an irresistible desire to date models and hang out in cigar bars. so no blow for mo.
ok, that’s it for now.
have a nice weekend.
moby