David Choe's dirty style art
(From the Giant Robot exhibit at the Oakland Museum of Art)
Looking somewhat respectable?
Finally got to the gym after being away for too long
and it felt great to finally get a real sweat on.
Felt like a caged animal running for freedom.
Not great was that awful old timer compulsively clearing his throat-
I think it was some kind of OCD thing.
So fucking gross.
Hope I never hear him again.
Don't know how much Brooklyn I can control.
This weekend has been one event to the next
and I'm losing my shit.
Plus why the hell am I eating my feels?
When did competitive eating become part of my to-do list?
Really need a better life list.
Also need to calm the fuck down.
In my daily exasperation, I tend to make up words,
slur, get things all confused and
speak part gibbon and part human.
Really need a super strength downer
followed by a pep pill
because I need to hit the gym again.
Can't stand all this driving back and forth
taking kid from one place to another.
Had to get out of jeans and into pj pants.
Can't stand how my jeans ride a little low on my waist.
Keep pulling them up.
Damn, even with pants on
I still can't bend with ease.
What is the fucking point?