Wednesday, April 30, 2008

don't fence me in

you know, people, there are a lot of things i love about life. 

rock and roll makes me pretty happy. and burritos are A+. and i basically have a constantly hard-on for kathy ireland '85-89 (even if she has big eyebrows. drew doesn't mind. drew loves you for you, kathy).  i like roleplaying, too(the kind that involves dice and hit points, not the sexual kind - actually, come to think of it, i've never participated in the other kind. do people get off on that? i mean, is porking a cop or a secretary any different than your girlfriend / spouse? how bizarre. i mean, sure, i can imagine a scenario where i come home and kathy ireland is dressed up all metal and we put on led zeppelin iv and screw like the heavens depends on it but really ... but really, that might be the hottest thing i've ever thunk up. wowzer. more importantly, this parenthetical has gone on too long.).

but there are some thing i don't like. namely, being bored. that's why my current job is so awful. i sit here at my desk watching one of my bosses get high and play xbox while the other one plays internet poker and watches "cops." i wish that i was joking.  i want to quit  so badly and take another job, any other job. hell, i've thought about applying to borders or some equally soulless cooperation where i can earn my living and go home at night and work on my stuff. it just feels like that would be a massive step backwards, and since i'm not gaining in traction otherwise, that feels like a big mistake. 

you know what i want? i want to leave this place for the country or at least someplace more normal. there just isn't hope in a city. what did maylene & the sons of disaster say? "i've travelled this country far and wide, but i'll always be a son of the south?" you can never get away from home and you can't go back there. 

it's a sad time in a young man's life when zen makes the most sense to him. 



oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, 
don't fence me in. 
let me ride through the wide open country that i love, 
don't fence me in. 
let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze, 
listenin' to the murmur of the cottonwood treest, 
send me off forever but i ask you please
don't fence me in.