
My 07/07/07 has started off lucky! I got 9and 1/2 hours of sleep without pills, booze, or sex. Okay… Well… At least I’m proud of two of those. The sleep was much needed and my mind isn’t a fiery blaze of thoughts anymore.
I was explaining some things I did while I worked for Capitol Records the other day… And here’s one of the strangest things concerning that place. I have only told 2 people about it… Mike McKinney and my ex-fiancée.
As I have written before… The Capitol Records distribution center was a BIG place. A very BIG place. There were lots of nooks and crannies where you could hide out and be alone for a while. I would often find a quiet spot to write my silly “Trailer Park Lovedaddies” songs. Later, I would go home and record them on my 4-track home studio.
This was all before everyone had a PC where anyone could easily turn their home into a recording studio. I still have that Tascam 4-track recorder somewhere… Writing my goofy little songs filled the void of going out and having a social life. And it was a great way for me to stay creative instead of masturbating 6 times a day.
Now we’re finally getting to that previously mentioned strange thing…
I don’t know why, but I always wanted to urinate somewhere in that warehouse. I always felt the urge to defile a nice quiet spot in one of the many nooks and crannies.
I never did it for several reasons… It was dumb and childish. It could’ve gotten me fired. And it was just plain stupid.
I just never understood why I wanted to do it. It seemed like such a weird thing to me… And I thought of it in my own head! What in the hell does that say about me?
I have never thought about doing anything like that with any other job… Past or present.
I know it was because I loathed working there at the time. But I still can’t understand why my hatred of that place manifested itself that way. I mean, who goes around urinating in weird places at work?
For awhile… I thought I was going crazy. Mike McKinney laughed his ass off when I first told him about it and my ex-fiancée actually told me that I should do it… She hated the place as much as I did. She even told me that I should leave a hot steamy loaf on the shipping supervisor’s desk.
Even though things didn’t work out with us… She was always very supportive with my work excretion desires.
Maybe blogger wouldn't let you put in a title, because it was trying to tell you in its own little way not to write this entry. Maybe some things are supposed to be kept to yourself...lol :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you finally got some sleep btw.
Stina :)