And the sugar don't stop...

As always: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SjVZB34ibNo

I dunno, just kinda feel like I need to throw something up here.

I've got three little books, all bound in black.

One for business.

One for observations.

And one for the thing.

For business, I find old outlines of my resume, places I wrote down to call for rent check, etc. etc. Had a to-do list. Never got done.

The second.

"Why am I here? To be the next Dante. Who else is more referred and alluded to?"

"I'm so tired."

"The heavier the metal, the more umlauts."

"*Mark - Scruffy but cool ex-nursing major. Knows Mitch from H.S. Works @ coffee shop. Very personable."

"The same 6-button wool peacoats. The bootcut jeans. The fried hair swept across the eyes. Daintily puffing on a cigarette in a shadowed doorway. Refusing to return a nod or 'hello'."

"It would be nice if life were like a song, that way the music would do all the work."

"I hate how this asshole is always late. It's disrespectful, even if this is a 101. He should be ingraining the correct procedures on these kids. But hey, I'm not the one with a Ph.D."

"The sound of a thousand people applauding mimics that of a toilet flushing."

"Fairy tales don't come true, but we can always hope. That's what keeps us going, isn't it? To keep working towards that point of perfection where things become nice again."

The third book.

"Always give a reason why."

Bis Später.