Friday, May 14, 2004
(8:00 AM) | Anonymous:
It's a post, deal with it.
Since my last blog post was a big fat '0' on the blog-o-richter I thought maybe a snappy fun post might help me clinch my seat as the lovable awkward, black rimmed glasses wearin' nerd here at The Weblog. Then I remembered I don't really do snappy fun posts and I decided I would try to do a 'call out post' but then I realized I don't really have the credentials to call out anyone. Maybe a music post? That's Robb's area really. I know! A homo-erotic story! Actually I think that's more of Paul Goldsmith's area (Can't you see it now? A repressed conservative radio worker finally coming into his own sexuality through bad chick flicks. We're only five paragraphs away from all anal action between Paul and Andrew Sullivan. The title: "Hung Like an Elephant: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Cock.") so I'll fall back on the old "personal anecdote about my life" post.France, despite what you here to the contrary, really is better than the United States. People here don't really question whether or not you should be outraged over prisoners being forced to strip naked and humiliate themselves. They take two hours off for lunch because they really do understand that work isn't going to save you but it is necessary. They stare a lot which I take to mean one of two things: either they really enjoy looking at other people or they are all rapists. They are very formal but share all the time, I think they may have actually earned their individualism after a whole day dealing with the metro (which a huge amount of people use), the small sidewalks and the fact that half their paycheck goes to the government to be spread to other people. Sure it's got it's problems, lot's of them really, but they are certainly better than America. Except MTV and music in general, not so good here.
Hayley will be here in a little over two weeks. This will be the first time I have seen here in two months, I've gone two months without having any physical contact with a girl for the first time in six years. It has really taken a toll on my health. For some reason my hand, my right hand, has become very swollen and it hurts to use my pointer finger with my middle finger. I assume this is unrelated to the lack of sex. The amount of dariy products here has caused some incredible things to happen to my stomach, it is now a sentient being capable of communication and I think it has declared civil war on the rest of my body in an attempt to gain independence.
I have decided to try to get into a graduate program in further hopes of losing all my communication skills. Hell I can't even communicate with people in graduate schools now so going to one will surely make me an idiot within a week.
I may have developed a slight case of alcoholism here. I drink everyday, but I think that's normal here but I live with an alcoholic here so I don't have a good judge.
Leave me some fucking comments you ungrateful American swine. I will know leave you with a piece of poetry written in a bathroom of bar that had a Che theme:
Eat your turkey, drink your wine, your days are numbered, you bourgeoisie swine (I know the meter isn't very good).
