reconnect

songs of the day: go where you wanna go (the mamas and the papas)
gloria (U2)

I've become slightly obsessed with this Dali painting, Figure at a Window. I know less than zero when it comes to art. i can't even say, "...but, i know what i like" because that's not even true. But, when I went to see the Dali exhibit in Philly a few weeks back, out of all the wild, weird and interesting works on the wall, this one grabbed me the most. I wanted to buy a print of it, but it was $40. A poster was $15. I almost bought it, but then I thought, "What the fuck am i going to do with an enormous poster of a chick looking out a window?" So, someone my girl knows gave me a small magnet version which is on my cabinet at my desk at work. It's slightly above eye level and I just kinda gaze at it throughout the day. Call it, Daydreamer Looking at a Painting of a Figure at a Window.

I've decided I need to read and write more. I have stacks of NY Times unread at my place, it's becoming a friggin fire hazard. Since some of them are so fucking out of date, I started cutting out the articles I want to read that aren't dated, just like some of the features and stuff. now that pile is rivaling the unread pile. More importantly, I need to start writing if I'm ever going to ditch this hellish 9-5 (or -6 as my work day goes) existence. Nothing would be better than just having time to write, think, read, etc. But I know I'd end up beating off 5 times a day, getting stoned, playing tunes and waiting for someone interesting to come on IM. so sad. so fucking sad. I hate living for the weekends, which are always too short and too crammed with shit to do. Hurry and have as much fun as you can before you gotta get up for work in 48 hrs! What a weak existence...maybe I shouldn't be writing these things at 5 pm at work.

Not that i'm actually working. My buddy and I here are checking out college softball team websites for the hottie softball chicks from the weekend's tournaments on ESPN. I'm sure the girls really appreciate that...well, maybe the cute ones do, anyway...

so i told my friend Jenny I was attempting to write in a blog and she wants to see it. Unfortunately, this is all I have to offer. sorry, girl!

I love writing as if anyone, anyone at all, is reading this. It's got to be as crazy as talking to yourself.
Til next time, nick...