Sometimes I end up at a party with a social piranha. A party like every other party where everybody is a stranger to me. But its one of those uptown parties with rich celebrity guests, television cameras, a hired host from Lime Tree Lane and Chinese people. I don't know any Chinese people, at least not personally. Not counting the woman who sells me my chicken fry rice on weekends. I can't call her a friend. But we have a special unspoken bond like strawberries. Whenever I come through the door without me saying a word she says "chicken fry rice?" and I say "yes" - the simpler of my relationships. I smile.
I make a game of it and try to befriend a china-woman at the party. But stalking and hand signals appear to be not enough. I've found that Chinese people are very reserved and rare like monkeys. And if you study the crowd carefully you will see them huddled together in mother-daughter configurations that are hard to penetrate. They are like baby cubs in a herd of short angry Chinese adult elephants. Sweep me off my feet.
If the the opportunity presents itself I try to pass myself off as a black chinaman by standing in the glow of a bright light so that I have squint my eyes all the time. But it never works, they usually runaway before I can pounce and wound. Its hard to see when your blind and disoriented. Disoriented. Small talk fails when she keeps saying what? what? WHAT? And all I can reply is "komichi?". Luckily, the social piranha has me in the corner of her eye and will often rush back to save me before I succumb to the five point palm-exploding heart technique. Put my feet back on the ground.
I heard a song yesterday which just stuck in my head. The title was "I put a spell on you". It basically spoke of a man who put a spell on a woman while she was asleep then when she awoke she was in love with him. Now my first Victoria Secret set was love spell. I still have a set now. It's really nice, I wonder though if it gets up into your nose while you are asleep, if it will cast a spell on you. O.k. I have officially gone crazy, because I am quite amused now. LOL.
Anyway in a way scents can cause you to have illusions of grandeur about a person. Yep every time you smell that scent the person comes to mind. I don't know but lately I have been pretty obsessed with all these damn accessories called scents. Now I have too much. They are nice though. Maybe I will mix them up and come up with a magic potion.
Mad Bull commented: Wait! DBGirl, is it really you? Wow! The way I read Owen, I thought he would keep his blog secret from people close to him... see how you can draw the wrong conclusions from knowing someone via a blog. [confident] ... read 3 more
Every now again I have an epiphany. Some for no particular reason. Some that I do not understand. Not a situation like the manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles as represented by the Magi (Matthew 2:1–12). But often like a light bulb appearing above my head kinda thing. Brought on an event or a person in this case. The bank girl is having a bad influence. I came to rethink my whole "taking over the whole world" theory. After much thought I thought twice more and rethought that taking over the world would only get me into more trouble than I already am.
I then sort to find out why I really wanted to take over the world in the first place. Like many great dreams you tend to lose site of the initial purpose or reason behind it. What benefit had I to be gained? Why would I be building a fusion reactor in my basement? What is sexyback? Why do you leave me wanting more? Why do we love the people we love? Where are the monkeys? Fuck? These questions puzzled me like a moving car puzzles a dog. A rabid, mad, dog. Somewhere between unsure and a hundred.
I came to the conclusion that I don't know. but what I do now is that now. Taking over the whole doesn't seem as a good option because the world is pretty messed up. It is at this point I devised a new plan. Instead of taking over the whole I should set out on a way to escape it. Escape the real world. Going into outer space is not an option - too expensive. I shall have to buy an island.
tristan commented: That sounds like a good idea Owen. I'll go halves with ya, if that's cool? I'll stay on my side of the island if you want peace and quiet... but I'm not noisy anyway. ... read 8 more
Its just the start of april and already the shelves at the local rundown, cheap, over priced, supermarket are stacked with easter bun. Not specifically easter bun, but rather random buns from random bun making places. Worst yet I have been cheating on easter and eating bun during the year. Now I'm just totally sick bun like I'm sick of working for a living. Plus I've stopped eating cheese because it did totally rough fellatio on my pores. Being able to have the regular bun all throughout the year kinda make it lose its milk-cow.
Apparently now its spring and there is a tree outside my house of which I of which I keep taking pictures. I pick up little habits easily. I should have told you this. Sometimes when I go to various buildings in the corporate area I take pictures of the paintings that they have on the walls - If I ever become an art thief. I may not be the best boyfriend but I'll take you on a wild, weird ride of randomness - sorry I can't help it - I'm torn. Tell me to do something once and I'll keep doing it until you explode. Know thy self, for in knowing ones self thou shall know God.
I may have told you this before but there is old lady that sits outside her house at odd hours of the night. I have never said a word to this woman. I pass by her house on my way to and from work. I wave and smile. Sometimes, lately, I just feel uncomfortable and wish she would just go into her house and not FORCE ME INTO BEING POLITE. It pisses me off when I know that THERE IS NO POSSIBLE WAY TO NOT SEE HER THERE. She knows it and I know it, yet she still tortures me. Sometimes I take something out of my pocket and act like I'm busy, just to avoid contact, it makes me feel dirty. One of these days I'm going to show her the finger.
I was walking back across the open lot after buying Chinese food. It was dusk and the rain was drizzling rather slowly but enough for me to feel it hitting my face and making the ear near my nose cold as I whisper. As I left people standing in the shelter I thought this would be a really poetic way to get sick and die WITH PURPOSE. In the pursuit of happiness. My morbid nature keeps me centered, objective and focused like a rabid monkey. I know it pisses you off. I'm short on money, restless, I need to visit the bank, I haven't been there in a while.
I do tend to push the boundaries a bit when I write. It is always open for interpretation. I don't take myself too seriously for I might miss out on a good opportunity to write something truly new and original. Rather than something teach-ed, lol. I am a man of many parallel seasons. I wait for bad things to happen. People really dont mean a thing to me, as long as they are happy I am ok. Dont give me your cross to bare I have enough. Don't weigh me down. I thrive on sunshine. But seriously, because your old enough to be my mother doesn't mean that our love is not ment to be, our star not ment to shine, nor that the children which come forth from our incest would not have good hair. Pull me out of your crash.
As I'm sitting he contemplating how I'm going to have a good week, this week. I run through the old news on my laptop. I had set my cellphone ring tone to the ask-a-ninja jingle. I was surprised as to how much hearing the sound of it ring effects my emotion. It is as if my mind has programmed itself into reacting to the sound of the little device. As if I sit waiting for it ring, so that I can pick it up like a small child in my arms. A day old child that is controlled by an evil spawn of satan, bent on leaving me waiting indefinitely. Mental Slavery. Long sentence. As a test, I went into the settings and made it ring - it feels good, for absolutely no reason at all. Effect is a funny thing. This week is happy week. Any suggestions as to how I should spend it?
Mad Bull commented: You could "Live Red" for the whole week.
Ok, thats probably not a good suggestion. What do you like to do? Just do that, plenty. If you get bored eventually, mix it up. Do the thing you like to do second best for awhile.
Have fun and be prepared to write a 500-word post on how you spent the week next Saturday ... read 145 more