Babes and music.

Yeah so i couldn't stick to a blog a day thing im no ghandi. i mean its boring as well sitting here typing, i wish my head could just vomit up this information already in coherent prose for the internet. But as my wish list goes that is very much at the bottom. High in my wish list is for this constant looming to go, you know the sneaky look to see what someones doing on the computer, very annoying. Anwayyyyss, i ordered both wristcutters and the book from amazon aswell as another book by etgar keret which i forget what its called, and "the bus driver who wanted to be God arrived today." It is pretty mental but quite funny, mega easy to read because the stories are so short, but theyre meant to be allegorical so it works. Its good because you don't have to read them in any order and they take a second but they make you laugh, and can be quite saddening in some respects because theyre the little facts of life that you don't want to be true but are, but...funny so you're like ahhh who cares la la la. In fact that sentiment is summed up in this extract.

"As if you'ree not bummed out anyway," Uzi goes, "Look at yourself vegging in front of the TV every morning like a baboon. Get this, Mordy. The fact that nothing happens is a given. But as long as nothing happens at least let it be in a place with babes and some music. Right?"

But today i also read a story about a cash point that grants a wish for an angel to come, but he's a seedy angel and always lies all the time. A village that lies by the gates to hell and every hundred years people are allowed to come up from hell to visit the village, and then this woman falls in love with a visitor from hell. Im just about to read about a uterus that gets displayed in a museum, that one is a bit too fucked up but im sure theres some meaning in it.

Anyway, dunno why i'm on to books all of a sudden but oh wells. Im off to sit outside a bar in the sunny sun sun, and have my fitness test tomozzzzz.

Yours knobeadly.

Statler