|my anterior cingulate has a fip-fip
||[Apr. 28th, 2004|10:54 pm]
The American Caliban
Fairly woozy day due to various medical adjustments, but it’s getting better. It’s strange feeling sleepy and wired simultaneously as if I had had five Irish coffees.
Scooterboy/Beard & Glasses has been getting more ominous lately. He looms about the patio, drifting from table to table, and occasionally making a desperate play for a woman a third his age. He sits with Crazy Bible Mike or the Cigar Crew or the Graying into Madness Guys, and sometimes with One-Legged Tom. Or with anyone who’ll put up with him. Even Bible Mike is starting to seem more stable. The day he actually touches someone under 18 he is so arrested.
If anyone knows if a good sysadmin gig in Southern California, I’ve got a friend who needs one. Something exploded.
If anyone knows of a good cheap apartment in Costa Mesa, I’ve got another friend who needs one of those. Something else exploded.
I have a Goth Plant in my back yard.
See the girl in the TV dressed in a bikini
She doesn’t think so but she’s dressed for the H-Bomb
FOR THE H-BOMB