"some people try to pick up girls and get called assholes
this never happened to Pablo Picasso
he could walk down the street and girls could not resist his stare
so Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole"

so apparently I am listening to the Modern Lovers this evening having just returned from a week long stint in kansas. Eyes blood shot with tendencies toward insanity occupied most of my thoughts while I reacted to every allergen within 200 miles of my residence. It was an alright time outside of that.

o o o I have also dived in on the Harry Potter craze and am on book 4 currently. They are a fun and addictive read. next up post-harry is a reread of kafka. i feel it would benefit me in my current state.

so thats it for the most part. single and senseless would be a good Harlequin novel title for my life currently if only because I like how its sounds when spoken with good articulation. The editor would probably shoot it down due to it not having an immediate connotation of romanticism, sappy longing, and above all, hardcore penetrating sex. Regardless i would stand my fucking ground and preach about how this is my work and how I will keep what ever goddamn title suits my purpose and book of work.

i suppose this never happened to Pablo Picasso