The Obscure

The mellow tunes of Blue Train will calm my nerves, no matter what grotesque state of life has become my lot. I remember when I first heard Blue Train, I started dreaming of becoming a jazz percussionist. I have always loved percussion, but like everything I enjoy I, in my habit of self-destruction, leave it to stagnate until it becomes another rusted and ruined dream; too far gone for me to pick it up again. I am doing that with art right now, the last time I really drew anything was two days ago. Considering how often I drew a month ago, that is horrible.
If this album had words, I would post them. I guess it is one of those melodies you have to hear to get.

It is cold in this house, but my "cold" is like everyone else's "warm." It is like 67 degrees, but I like it to be like 71 degrees. The radiators around here are so faulty, though, that it takes over an hour to change the temperature.
We are moving soon. Buying a place has not worked out for us, I guess we are not quite as middle-class as we thought. "Eviscerate the Proletariat!" Says Taylor.
So rent, rent, rent, that is the name of the game.
"Please remove your shoes, sir. White, white, white, that's the color of our carpets!"

I applied for a job at Wal-Mart the other day. I doubt that I will get it, but it was worth a shot, right? I have till Wednesday to get a job before my parents take me off their insurance. I mean, that is fair, but it still blows. I like the computer application method. It means I do not have to talk to anyone or see anybody. I will call Wal-Mart back on Monday, I guess. Feh, I just need money.

We bought a new microwave yesterday (at Wal-Mart, coincidentally,) and we saved like thirty bucks on it, right? So then we promptly smash the glass turntable thing, so we have got to spend like forty bucks to get a new one of those.
I tell you, the irony.
You know what else that means? I still can not cook my burritos. I am starving!
Now I know what you are thinking: "Man, that John sure is a sexy lady."
On the contrary, good fellows, you can rest assured that I am not a lady. All man, right here. Except for that one part. We do not talk about that one part.

While we were at Wal-Mart I convinced my father to buy me a case of Sam's Choice cola, so I have 24 cans of it now. Actually, now I have like 12, because I went through them so quick. I can not help it, I love the stuff!
It was funny though, last night I saw a South Park where Wal-Mart was taking over the world, or something; and it made me laugh.
The Savings!

Anyway, I am going to make a cappucino, and feel depressed and "lower middle-class."
Would anyone like to join me?