i’ve been dying to be someone’s muse.– chance woodward
who, i ask, who?!
this weekend, i asked a few questions out loud. immediately after, i had to stop and think, who are you? question one to parking attendant: where did you park my other car? question two to hot dog vendor:do you think i could have another pickle? that one looks a little gross. question three to potential commissioned artist: can you have a mock-up within the week? meanwhile, on the hunt for...
i’ve decided i want to commission a painting. a grand painting. so i put an ad post on craigslist for the perfect artiste: graham commissions a painting. if you know of anyone, send them to me.
i can't think of anything clever to call this.
hearing thunder today was rather weird. it’s like hearing an old friend’s voice after not talking for a long time. or a song from your childhood. all winter long, no thunder, and then suddenly, today, out of no where, thunder. BOOM, it says. (‘Hello friend! Spring and Summer are on their way next!” it says).
she’s like a wind-up doll. always talking. always singing.– yeah, it probably wouldn’t be nice to say who said this about whom
oh yeah. that too. don’t forget the mustard. mus-tard. mus-tard.– an impatient customer ordering a sandwich
two [short] things
tonight i’m going to be apart of a focus group for casinos or something. i don’t think i am too qualified. the only thing i’ve ever gambled in my life is my heart. on another note: the other night, i took nyquil. the warning label said not to operate heavy machinery. it wasn’t until i was pulling clothes out of the laundry machine when i thought: is this okay?
an interview. with myself.
if i interviewed d. graham kostic (myself), here’s how it would be: graham kostic: hi graham. how are you? thanks for taking the time to talk with me. d. graham kostic: oh hi. no probem. really, it’s no probem. gk: so what makes d. graham kostic tick? dgk: [laugh] oh what a stock question. but i’ll answer it. competition makes d. graham kostic tick. [laugh]. gk: competition? but...