Monday, May 15, 2006


Listening to Dinner Bell by Wolf Parade

Wow. I am in a foul foul mood. I literally went to work, was told that they didn't need me for the night shift, sent home, and am supposed to be back at 2 am for the early morning shift. So, in other words, I went into work 8 hours early for nothing. I am in a foul mood. Everybody I passed on the street looked the same. They were all staring off into space on their way home from their boring working lives. I am in a foul mood. I dropped a large bottle of water at the grocery store in front of a gangly early twenty year old in ugly Williamsburg Hipster clothes. She gave me a look like I had done it because I was nervous and looking at her. I wanted to tell her she wasn't that hot. Then when I stood up I collided with a guy restocking the shelf. Then when I wanted to grab some cream soda for my roommate I didn't have enough hands to carry everything and one of the shelf stock people had to help me carry it because I didn't get a stupid fucking basket. I am in a foul mood. Everything suddenly went tremendously wide lens and I don't know why, but I think everything is amazingly trivial and beyond repair. I looked to the West when I entered my apartment building and wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out of New York City. What is going on? Why do I feel this way!
I am in a foul mood. There are no two ways about it.

2 Comments:

Blogger Susie said...

All I can tell you is you're not the only one. Don't look at the city. AVOID CONTACT WITH MANHATTAN!

6:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love that image, BTW- Susie

12:12 AM  

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