I don't want to speak English anymore. I want to speak Gibberish. I don't want people to ask what I am saying or what I mean - people should be able to assume what I am saying. My biggest peeve is being asked what I said. Most often what I say in inconsiquential, it's filler. Maybe this is due to my reluctance as a child to talk. I didn't start speaking until I was four, I grunted & pointed what I wanted. And my mother & sister understood - it shouldn't be so hard now. The basics are still the same: I want to eat, I am bored, I am sleepy, & I shitted in my pants.
I don't want to work anymore. No one asked me if I wanted to join a society that was based on material wealth equating to my existence. I don't want to lose my sattelite tv or my house though. But I don't want to work either. I especially don't want to write a presentation due June 25 for a conference in August. My boss & family persuaded me because they thought it would be a great experience. I am to present in front of a few hundred people at a major GIS user's conference in San Diego. I don't know why they would think this would be a great experience. So far I've written this:
GIS is kewl. I do GIS. I make maps. I made an object data model of Wastewater data for GIS. I don't know why I did that. Oh yes I do. My boss told me to. The same boss that told me to make a presentation.
Speaking of speaking Gibberish, I don't feel like telling people that I won't be a father. I think I might wear a "Hi, my wife had a miscarriage" button. It will be my 'flair'. Maybe I will also wear other buttons expressing my views & feelings. "Hi, I only smile & say hello to because I don't want to be fired", "Hi, I would rather view pornographic material on the computer but I don't want to be fired. Oh fuck it, I already did, you don't notice my boner do you?", "Kittie's go meow!", "What is the minimal amount of work that is required to complete the asignment?", "I'll suck your cock for a Krispy Kreme donut", "I don't respect your diversity you dirty foreigner", "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were Lou Gramm - 'Jukebox Hero' fucking rawks!".
I may share with you, 'Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots' by The Flaming Lips, released in 2002 is a very special album. I love it so.
Why hasn't the book 'Zen & the Art of Motercycle Maintanence' been made into a film yet? Oh I know why, because the book is boring. I don't see why the writer could have written about finding personal truths in a more exciting background. He could have thrown in at least a part for some college girls coming of age admist the turmoil of some butch lesbian bikers who busted out of jail. Also the narrator could have jumped the Snake River canyon, instead of being such a pussy.
Well, it's almost 4 & I have succesfully goofed off for 6 hours & will be sneaking out at any moment.
Love me.
