none of this gimmick crap.
ok. so i was thinking that my journal needs some sort of focus--like, my obscene consumption of tea, why i must lick certain things to figure out what they are, or i could just write the whole thing in medieval spanish. with the spanish thing, i wouldn't even have to pay attention to spelling. i mean, no one on any continent spelled anything the same way twice even in the same sentence. it's a puzzling thought.i really don't think my life needs any gimmicks. really, what it needs are trips to south america and maybe more work--and a place to rant about how ridiculous bostonians truly are.
hmmm...
there is a strange man who wanders through ball square periodically, coughing as loud as any human being could possibly manage. i think he gets his jollies from actually coughing on other people and watching them flee to the other side of the street. i am just happy that i have become aware of regularly occuring events near my house.
maybe i should buy him some 'tussin. the 'tussin cures all.
my tunes:
joe satriani - a train of angels
there is just something about that man and his guitar...
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