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Hi. Remember me? My name is Aaron.
Just kidding. It's been so long; my fault my fault. I guess that sums up how I'm beginning the year 2001. I'm seriously in some sort of... I don't know what to call it. It's not quite a slump; it's more like I'm not really there you know. I'm daydreaming a lot lately.
I guess it might have a lot to do with my current job, which I'm only doing for a new computer (must have CD-R to make illegal music, and DVD to drown out my Gramma who has the television volume at an unheard of level) and to go back to Vegas. My lack of enthusiasm might stem from the fact that I hit a lucky streak near the end of December and I got to get paid to write a few things that I had fun writing. Then I went straight into this job and suddenly the work seems really dull. But then at least it's not stressful.
So yeah. I guess that's my huge goals for this year. Usually every year I like to evaluate what I've done and what I'd like to do for the coming year, but this year that about does it: new computer, Vegas, and find a real fucking job to hide at until I keel over and croak.
And I really gotta find my qua again. Every since I started this job, it's like the opposite of a writing streak. I'm not really blocked, I'm just thoroughly unmotivated. I haven't even been going to the gym regularly and I barely touch my PS2.
Maybe it all has to do with the fact that I think I'm coming down with TMJ.
By the way, what does TMJ stand for?
The interesting thing about Snatch was that Jeremy Harris, his wife, and another couple walked into the packed theater. They looked around and made goofy faces because they had nowhere to sit, then Jeremy plopped himself down in one of the front row seats that are about two inches away from the screen. Then, seconds later, they all walked out of the theater.
Two things to ponder here: what movie did they end up seeing since they didn't come back? And my personal favorite: does Snatch really seem like the kinda movie Jeremy Harris would see? Maybe he thought "snatch" was a noun, not a verb.
And that was my imitation of Wayne fucking Harada.
