Cosby and a Banana

Well, I watched too much of the Cosby Show when I was little. Ever heard the song Eat Too Much, Ben Folds? He mentions that. Kind of. Too much TV? is the line, but yeah, I watched too much Cosby Show. Everything works out, everything is good for the Huxtables, I mean, to me, it's completely realistic. Is that why I don't understand why things aren't happy all of the time? Bad things happened, but they just worked out. No one needed to fight for it to work out. That's me, Cliff Huxtable and Theo is my boy.

I'm listening to Carbon Leaf. That reminds me of something.

We, well, me, I'm growing up. Too fast? It's inevitable that we grow up. This Summer is the real test. I have an interview on Tuesday. An interview. I remember when I used to sign old voided checks like they were my own, or when I sold pencils in elementary school (made some good dough), or ran a BMX track with my best friend. Fuck man, that was all fun, but what happens when it's serious? Soon, when something goes wrong, when I fuck something up, I'm fucking up my life. That's morbid, I know. But there is no other way for it to be put.

Now the real problem. I've gone a lot, many, live shows in my life, but never Bonnaroo. Something always stands in my way. The first year, too many drugs my mum said. Second year was on graduation day, parents didn't like the idea of me not walking across the stage. Year three, mother fucking summer school, don't ask me about it. And year four, my wallet was completely empty. So what will the outcome be this year? I don't know yet.
A career is becoming serious now. I'm focused as usual. I'm just starting to think of the day that work will prevent me from attending a Dave show. I'm going to need a serious amount of Prozac when that day comes.

All of my troubles may subside if I don't get this job and that is very possible, yet hopefully not too possible... I'm living at the beach and extending my college career a semester. You might say that's one hell of a variance.


Why did Carbon Leaf make me think of this?

Oh yeah, and London, it's great. The week was eventful.
Monday:
I attended a play that was ok. Not good, but ok. Pub.
Tuesday:
There are a couple of times in my life that I've wanted to shoot my self in face...with a slingshot, until I die...and this was one of them. The play was, Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. I remember one Cosby episode when Theo and Cockroach had to read Hamlet. They got the book on tape. That is, of course, the reason I don’t like Shakespeare today. Well that's beside the point.
Excruciatingly painful night.
Wednesday:
Great day. Except for the 2 hour tube ride back from the London suburbs. The evening brought jazz. Anytime there is jazz I'm having a great time. Ronnie Scott's and the Guy Barker Septet was the headliner. $12 drinks, yet still kick ass time.
Thursday:
Literature, which of course, sucked. I would rather listen to Popozao for four hours than to talk about Pepys. Fuck Pepys. I have to be fair, Pepys is supposedly a big deal, and I hate talking trash about Pepys, but I don't need to know where Pepys went to drink coffee.
I got drunk. The end.

Two McDonald's hamburgers Yes. Finally I went to McDonald's
Two orders of chips from Dionysus.
At least 6 bags of crisps
10 sandwiches
30 beers
6 bananas for breakfast

No Shortbread

Cheers