4 posts tagged “walking”
Big ups to Wags for being the cutest dog in the game.
On our morning walk, Wagandstuff spent ten minutes sniffing around for something only to discover that the smell he was trying to find belonged to a pile of another dog's crap.
He's a genius, I tell ya.
I thought of something I've never told anyone before when I was doing my laundry tonight. This is a rare occurrence, as I have absolutely no secrets and it's kind of on purpose. There is at least one other person who knows about pretty much every detail of my life, partially because I want everyone to experience everything with me and partially because I am a complete exhibitionist, and the two mash together quite nicely (or, you know, fairly obnoxiously depending on how you feel about me,)
ANYWAY, this thing I was thinking about is this little game I play with myself. I play lots of little games with myself because I am an artist (actually because I was raised an only child and have invented bizarre ways to entertain myself forever), and they usually involve music or counting or words. Basically, what I'm getting at is this: I'm autistic.
OK, no. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But I can understand if you think I wasn't. The stuff I'm talking about is crazy person shit, I know. I'm exploring by telling you this, so just go with it.
Lemme finish, lemme finish.
So, I play this one game with my iPod when I'm walking late at night. I think it started it college when I'd walk home from Shovelhead. Basically, I do this thing where I remember the music that was playing at most important moments in my life, and I know a lot of other people do, too. Because I know that music is important to me, and I will never be able to forget the time I got a two hundred dollar speeding ticket and a moving violation while listening to "Honky Cat" by Elton John, I have tried to set the tone to these scary late night walks. Why?
Because God fucking forbid "Bills, Bills, Bills" by Destiny's Child is the soundtrack to my rape.
Basically, the entire time I'm walking, I'm fiddling with my iPod thinking if I'd be more cool with being stabbed to death while listening to Jay-Z or a little Credence. Maybe I'd like to die listening to Paul Simon or Crosby Stills Nash and Young. It's never allowed to be anything disposable. If I'm going to be stripped of my dignity and/or life, it's going to be to a quality jam, and that's one thing you can be certain of.
Tonight when I was walking from the laundry room to my apartment I listened to Fleetwood Mac... the only song I bother to have of theirs in my measly 4 GBs. I think that if they knew that out of all the songs the in the world that I was "willing" to get raped to at that moment was theirs, they would be touched (emotionally and completely consensually.)
