03-18-03 - 12:39 am
dear diaryland,
fuck you and not letting me post.
- me
i was rewinding two tapes today at work and they both finished at, sort of, the same time. one was called the brotherhood of satan, and the other one was jay jay the magic air plane.
i like eating off of this metal blue plate we have. its the only one we have, i think we gave the rest to the church when we bought new ones. its just metal and its blue. and it has little white dots on it for that 1940 classic southern look. we had them when our kitchen had a nasty new born vomit colored tile and the walls were white and covered in ducks. we had a duck cookie jar.
pumpkin is a good film.
i have a stack of dollar off coupons for any meal at captain d's that i took from work. every thursday i walk in with my friend who resembles the love child of barney rubble and a tree trunk, to order two fish kids meals with sweet tea to drink. scott is the manager of the captain ds. scott has a deformed decrepid (yeah, i know i cant spell) left hand that hangs inanimate at his side. as soon as we walk in he rings up what we want and the cook knows to put them on one plate. the cooks name is tony. i asked him why he worked at captain d's one time, and he just shrugged and said that he liked to go fishing when he was a kid. scott reads comic books and lifts weights. he says he can bench press 280 pounds, i think hes a liar, but he refills my sweet tea a bunch.
Something there is about you that strikes a match in me
Is it the way your body moves or is it the way your hair blows free
Or is it because you remind me of something that used to be
Something that's crossed over from another century ?
- bob dylan