gloop gloop gloop
i have the memory span of a goldfish.
it seems as if i have somehow forgotten how to work in the two weeks first spent eating bagels, and then recapping life in tokyo. perhaps it was the carb-overdose (dem bagels!). or moving back in time as i stood on the decks overlooking tokyo bay (and then forgetting to move back to 2008). or just those antibiotics that made the world spin round and round for a whole week and then some more. i have been walking around feeling (and likely looking) dopey and stunned since hitting home soil; i forget what i have to do the second after receiving the instruction (i beat the goldfish!); my brain rejects anything remotely resembling work, and the most intelligent things i have done since then was to read half of brave new world, and send a sarcastic email to the Agency From Hell That Owes Me Three Months’ Worth of Money. more than just being a goldfish… i am a stoned goldfish that keeps banging into the glass wall of the bowl and wondering why. a blonde goldfish. that’s it.
i was listening to the radio on the way to work this morning. one of those morning shows with two chirpy hosts and a bunch of corny jokes and uplifting morning music. (in case i lose my credibility, i didn’t tune in to it. it was the cabbie.) for some reason, they started talking about the movie psycho (possibly in relation to halloween? i don’t know). so the male host goes, it’s an old movie but it can sure scare the… the… (tripping and tumbling over his words for a while. and then…) …the… little brown things right out of you. passenger in backseat thinks huh??? male host thinks jolly good save!
i suppose they are not supposed to use words that refer to excrement (or sex, for that matter) on air. but little brown things? err. hmm. a little too graphic and literal for me. why not say hell? or crap? or are those taboo too?
just a little rant over nothing. as always. hitting your head against glass (again! and again!) does that to you.
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