My head is a regular snare drum of thoughts right now. These are some of the things I'm thinking about, in no order of importance:
The spelling of the word "timpani"
If I have tendonitis in my right knee
Coronary heart disease
$80
Bicycle riding
Living in Ballard
Being fat
Surfing
I will touch on a few of them. "Bicycle riding" because tonight/tomorrow I'll be starting a new job that involves a great deal of, you guessed it, bicycle riding. Not to be confused with "tricycle riding" or "motorcycle riding" or "freedom fighting in Afghanistan". I will be riding a bike around delivering shit. Hopefully, a lot. Like a ton.
"Living in Ballard" because I might move in with my sister in Ballard. I did this once before in 2005 while I was valeting at Hotel Andra downtown. I would wake up every morning at 530am, take the bus downtown, valet my butt off from 630pm to 3pm, go over to my friend Matt Browning's house, skateboard and smoke cigarettes and make lewd remarks about girls, and then take the 915pm bus route 44 from the U-District to Ballard where I would shower and fall asleep. I think I spent about 20 waking hours at my sister's house the entire five or so months I lived there.
"$80" because my friend Corey and I helped our friend's parents move some stuff and, despite the fact that no sweat was broken and I almost broke an heirloom China cabinet imported from Malaysia, he paid us extremely generously and his wife hooked us up with some killer curry and sweet potatoes.
And finally, "Being fat" because I feel fat. The other day on a surf mission I literally ingested over a pound of gummy bears after my friend Darren handed me a 6 lb. bag as a coming home present. I had a sugar hangover. My diet has been atrocious the past week. My body feels like a balloon. I should probably fast for 7-10 days and go on walks and do Pilates. Instead I will lounge at my parents' house, chat on Gchat, and "blawg". It's a dog-eat-dog world. Or a "mark-devours-awful food" world.
The spelling of the word "timpani"
If I have tendonitis in my right knee
Coronary heart disease
$80
Bicycle riding
Living in Ballard
Being fat
Surfing
I will touch on a few of them. "Bicycle riding" because tonight/tomorrow I'll be starting a new job that involves a great deal of, you guessed it, bicycle riding. Not to be confused with "tricycle riding" or "motorcycle riding" or "freedom fighting in Afghanistan". I will be riding a bike around delivering shit. Hopefully, a lot. Like a ton.
"Living in Ballard" because I might move in with my sister in Ballard. I did this once before in 2005 while I was valeting at Hotel Andra downtown. I would wake up every morning at 530am, take the bus downtown, valet my butt off from 630pm to 3pm, go over to my friend Matt Browning's house, skateboard and smoke cigarettes and make lewd remarks about girls, and then take the 915pm bus route 44 from the U-District to Ballard where I would shower and fall asleep. I think I spent about 20 waking hours at my sister's house the entire five or so months I lived there.
"$80" because my friend Corey and I helped our friend's parents move some stuff and, despite the fact that no sweat was broken and I almost broke an heirloom China cabinet imported from Malaysia, he paid us extremely generously and his wife hooked us up with some killer curry and sweet potatoes.
And finally, "Being fat" because I feel fat. The other day on a surf mission I literally ingested over a pound of gummy bears after my friend Darren handed me a 6 lb. bag as a coming home present. I had a sugar hangover. My diet has been atrocious the past week. My body feels like a balloon. I should probably fast for 7-10 days and go on walks and do Pilates. Instead I will lounge at my parents' house, chat on Gchat, and "blawg". It's a dog-eat-dog world. Or a "mark-devours-awful food" world.
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