> Daft Punk – Robot Rock [the shit!]
> Dandy Warhols – Boys Better
I just downloaded Daft Punk’s new CD Human After All and I must say it rocked my crotch. I wasn’t too impressed by the new NIN single. Yawn. I guess I was expecting another Downward Spiral or The Fragile. I hope the single is just something to get all the ninnies who wear the black AFI shirts (there’s a fucking army of them) to buy his CDs and pay his bills. I want to hear some pain, not some pansy post-Industral shit.
Me and Josh and another of our friends hung out tonight, we went to dinner at The Grotto. It was nummy. But afterwards Josh and I were supposed to like hang out and watch a movie but as soon as we got to his house I realized it would be midnight before he actually had any time to do anything with me. As soon as we got into the house, it was his vacuous warm squishy place on the phone, and I could tell this was goign to turn into a two-hour emotional maintenance call. I fucking hate immature people always whining about their feelings when they’re really too childish and imbecilic to really feel emotions at all. But anyway, I was just overwhelmed with this revulsion and I had to get out of there. I grabbed UCB and The Tenant and got the hell out of there. My car wasn’t acting up too bad today. I’m kinda freaking out about my car appointment tomorrow…they could say that it’s unfit to drive and then I’ll be stuck there and miss work. I’m going to have to get my dad to promise to stay in the house near the phone.
But anyway, I realized on the drive home why I have much more respect for Joe than I do Josh. Joe doesn’t want to just fuck some blonde bimbo, he wants to love someone who embodies his highest virtues–or at least somebody that likes trigonometry. Josh is only going out with his orifice to make him feel better about himself, and to make himself feel superior (which isn’t too hard).
As Ayn Rand says: “Love is the expression of one’s values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.”
In my opinion, to “go out” with someone (or at least for me to) is to try to form a lasting bond, something that could last for the rest of one’s life. But no. He actually said to me, and I quote: “I don’t need to have intellectual discussions with her because I already have them with you.” You know, she’s actually a cheerleader. I rest my case.
And not to mention our complete lack of a common ground with his newfound vagina obsession. Fucking paging Dr. Freud. We have no common ground except for the tenuous one of movies.
He just called me. He knows that me backing out of social engagements is very rare. I’m starting to dislike this CD. All the synths are the same. But I like the single. Fuck. I missed Family Guy. Hmm..maybe there’s one at 11:30. Better check.
Oh, Molly gave me back Requiem For A Dream. I should watch it tomorrow or something. Try not to imagine myself in Taggart’s arms crying. I’m such a horrible person. I haven’t talked to Kelly or Dan in months.
Omg! I was watching some porn I downloaded today and they were fucking to CHER. As if that could be more of a turnoff. But then the next song was “Cosmic Girl” by Jamiroquai, and I was all into it then. But come on…who has sex to Cher? Revolt me.
I guess I should transfer all my money into my checking account in case I need to pay them some outrageous amount of money. Well, no matter how outrageous it is, I would gladly pay it to get my car working well again. I have a grand total of $600 saved up. I’d better not end up blowing it all on this fucking car. Fuck. I’m going to try to get to sleep. Nah, not really. I’m going to go into the living room and see if Family Guy is on.
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