| Artsy day |
[14 Jul 2009|10:27pm] |
So today I wrote a poem for the first time in, like, 8 years. (Holy shit I graduated from college over a year ago...) Actually, I woke up with it in my head in the middle of the night a couple nights ago, but wrote it down today. It was kinda a nice feeling to write words and not second guess myself. I also started to draw a picture. Nothing fancy of course, 'cause I can't really draw, but it's fun to color.
I spent the last week or so up in NYC. We went to a dance show and I saw someone I knew in college in it. That was pretty interesting. I ate a lot of octopus - three times. We also went to a Basque place to eat, which was pretty good even thought the service kinda sucked. Most of the week was spent sleeping, working out, and washing dishes. I did have a couple relatively vivid dreams, which of course now I've forgotten - except for two things. In one, Olivia from the Cosby show came and sat on someone's lap (we were sitting around a table) and she says "It's kinda sad and depressing." I tried not to laugh at her seriousness. She said "I tell the truth, Kitty. I. Am. A. Born. Again. Christian." In another I was in some sort of basement, and a guy congratulated me and told me I won $100,000 and a free gay marriage. I just had to give him my name, address, and telephone number so I could collect my prize when I woke up.
Yup. Brain's as fucked up as ever.
Oh, p.s. Gran Turino sucked balls and Dead Man's Shoes is the most fucked up depressing horrid movie on the planet.
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