bullets of the week

donweasel

Hello, Laser?
#1
Saturday: I know that beggars can't be choosers, but i don't think i'm expecting too much by asking that, between the hours of say midnight and 8:00 in the morning, there be no gunplay in the apartment. Or if one of the roommates really wants to discharge his firearm through the window into the wall of the neighbors' house, he should at least tell me first so i don't piss all over robin's couch.

Sunday: the best hot dogs in the world are sold in front of the Pep Boys on Hollywood and Gower.

Monday: Harrison Ford and I have excellent tastes in literature.

Tuesday: An elderly military official was on NPR talking about the new bugles that have pre-recorded digital music for funeral ceremonies. there just aren't enough trained buglers in the service these days, so they are planning to use the ceremonial bugles to replace the use of CDs at military funerals. the military official emphasized that they are not replacing any actual bugle players. he said "we're not trying to pull any willie manillie lip synch."
 

donweasel

Hello, Laser?
#2
violence, love, and righteous rage

Saturday:
Maiyumi comes into the back where i am preparing the miso soup because she's in love with me and not to get salmon from the freezer like she says.

Sunday:
La Cienega Blvd was designed by cockeyed morons for snide, miserable people to own businesses and call out for sushi.

No. Fuck you, limey bastard. You have found me starving, undertipped and full of moral indignation. You will move your car, pig fucker, or i'll do it for you in a shitstorm of righteous rage.

Maiyumi is worried that i don't eat enough. "you have to eat" she says and makes me a spicy tuna handroll. ok, Maiyumi. if you insist, i will eat this handroll for you.

Tuesday:
There are people using chainsaws outside my window when i wake up this morning. why must i awake to such violence?

My least favorite sound of today: chainsaws.
My favorite sound of today: (tied!) sound of lightbulbs being stomped, sound of melons being squished.

such violence.
 

donweasel

Hello, Laser?
#3
Saturday
The hispanic cook staff silenty hates the gringo waiting staff. Except for me because i don't fuck around with them and because i call the waiting staff gringos.

Maiyumi looks glamorous with her hair up under a bandana and a cigarette in her hand.

Sunday
Maiyumi asks me where i'm from and is interested in what i study. How much longer can she conceal her love for me?

Wednesday
I am a road warrior. holliday traffic trembles before me.
 
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