I finished Blood and Gold, the ending was better than I expected. Currently reading John Irving's A widow for One Year and Finishing Ramses, the Damned. I never did make it through Dionysus. Mainly cause it's a goddamn text book and stupid hard to read or comprehend.
Too many ideas right now. Tempted to email a publisher and say "don't be a bitch, Kerouac sucks." That might not be the best way to start a relationship. ha..ha..ha.
Sarah is asleep next to me, and snoring. I should be sleeping but I'M NOT
Saturday, October 3, 2009
eh whatever.
“So what the hell are we doing?” I asked.
“Going to Florida?” He responded not taking his eyes off the TV.
Rephrasing the question I asked again, “Why are we going to Florida, How are we getting to Florida?”
Still not even blinking or removing his gaze, from the lights and colors swirling around in front of him and continuing to hit button combination's that I am sure only he knew he responded matter-of-factly “Jackie’s going and we are invited along.”
“Is Whitney going?” I asked hopefully.
“No, she couldn’t get the time off and you wouldn’t work for her.”
“ohhh….Never getting in her pants now.”
“Yep, you fucked up.”
With that we left for Florida.
“Going to Florida?” He responded not taking his eyes off the TV.
Rephrasing the question I asked again, “Why are we going to Florida, How are we getting to Florida?”
Still not even blinking or removing his gaze, from the lights and colors swirling around in front of him and continuing to hit button combination's that I am sure only he knew he responded matter-of-factly “Jackie’s going and we are invited along.”
“Is Whitney going?” I asked hopefully.
“No, she couldn’t get the time off and you wouldn’t work for her.”
“ohhh….Never getting in her pants now.”
“Yep, you fucked up.”
With that we left for Florida.
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