schadenfreude

s'up?

Your goatee is growing in front of your fake French café
You're reading Kierkegaard under your very black beret
Smoking filterless Camels, they taste just like GItaines
Drinking some espresso and dropping all the names

Standing outside of a Winchells 
You're feeling very existential

You dreamed that you were Whitman, Walt the poet, the bard
But you're really more like Slim, an evil tub of lard
Looking in the mirror and think you see James Dean
Now you turn to Dylan, you could have been him

Feeling so depressed, you're looking so distressed
And all the little girls you just want to undress
   
You're uglier than your high school principal
You're just feeling existential

You were kicked out of the college your daddy couldn't afford
So you went out on the road in a '67 Ford
Moving to Europe you felt like Hemingway
You even loved a woman there but you found out she was gay

Man you're never gonna get rid of your pimples
You're feeling very existential...

other than derby names, nope. or at least none that have ever been said to my face.

onions

i'm sleepy.  and bored.

but soon i'll go get taco time.

the 'mats are simply the most im-fucking-portant band ever.

i've never pretended to like the smiths, but i sure do like this cover by the halo benders:

Please Let Me Get What I Want

it is so very possible to slouch on a yoga ball.

freaks and geeks
my so-called life
touching evil
deadwood
m*a*s*h

some days just call for warm butterscotch pudding.  today was one of them.  a->ron bagelstand and i had a nifty talk about frivolous things that do you good and necessary things that do you bad and finding ways to balance the two.  really, my happiness threshold relies heavily on becoming independantly wealthy and starting a big philosophy firm downtown.  i need to find a more attainable 2nd best.

but if the opportunity presented iteslf, i would pop on the grey flannel suit if i could have a biz card that says "have ethics, will travel."  and it absolutely falls in with my otherwhere-formentioned goal of getting paid a shitton of money to tell people their ideas are stupid.  only, in this instance i'd be nice about it and also offer suggestions, caveats, philosophical thinkensteinical treatises, and other tools to help them make better decisions. 

i know, right?