ihavebeenfloated

I changed a flat tire for someone at work today before I went home. That was fun.

I’ve had a really bad few days mentally. I think I’m going to go shower while listening to XTC really loudy and, like, I dunno, do laundry and hang out at Starbucks and read Bukowski and wait for the girl of my dreams to roll in, see me, and go, “Oh, wow, I love Bukowski,” and come down and sit with me and we’ll talk about cool things like good music, and shit.

I wish I had an iPod to go with the Bukowski. Then I could listen to “Bukowski” and read Bukowski at the same time and everyone could call me Super Poseur Brad From Hell and their heads can explode.

Next best thing would be a notebook computer. I could use a laptop. Then I could hang out at Starbucks and write my novel, perhaps The Great American Novel. Everyone would cheer, and I would cry.