Onionheart's Blog - page 18

Lordymama! I just got back from an ecstatic tough run in the woods. I was dressed real warm. Wearing mittens for the second time this season. I am very grateful to traditional Chinese Medicine for keeping my knees so strong. I got down in the damp, frosty grass to do four sets of pushups. 250 total.

There is a mutually reinforcing relationship between sprinting and pushups. When I get my heart rate up with sprinting it seems that my capacity for high-volume pushups is increased immediately afterward.

It feels good to feel good. But maybe there are not many running days left. I do not run in winter, except for short little runs during a long walk in my boots. Soon I have to surrender the back trails to the cross-country skiers. I am afaid of running on ice. I have had some bad experiences with groin pulls before.

The idiot moron guitar god is not playing guitar in his soundproof studio. He is a sad little fucked up princess. Mostly he stays below the threshold of being a nuisance, but then turns it up for a few seconds to dazzle us with his virtuosity.

It would be a very sad day if I have to leave this apartment. I would have leave Montreal. That is too sad to contemplate.

Needy, useless psycho guitar god plays loud concert for us. He sounds very unhappy and defiant. He is definitely not playing within his soundproof studio. Stupid little shit.

it is 2 a.m. and the idiot neighbour decides to give us free concert on his guitar. pathetic little shit. he sounds angry and hostile.

The psycho moron neighbour, so needy and so useless, like a really fucked up Princess, is terrified of being forgotten or left behind.

A long time ago he said if we call the police it would mean war. I guess he still wants to make war. He is another one of those fucked up glamour princesses that I used to have as massage clients.

I think that he lays on his back with his boots on and stomps against the wall. He is showing us the hard consequences when we ask the police to intervene. Somebody must have made a complaint from this building. I don't know who.

I am not sure if one of my neighbours has taken some kind of action with the idiot guitar monster in next building. Something has happened because he has gone back to wall-banging and stomping on the wall. Like I said, he is a very talented man.

He has been wall-banging almost continually for almost two hours now.

I just came back from an ecstatic tough run in the woods on the mountain of love. I got down on the frozen mud to do five sets of pushups.

Right now the idiot neighbour is giving us a loud concert on his bass. He is terrified of being forgotten or left behind. He does not know who he is unless he interrupts our acoustic space to draw attention to himself. Then he knows who he is --- like he thinks he is Thunder God. This kind of archetypal performance is pathological. He sounds angry and deranged.

Unhappy little shit in adjacent building wants us all to know what an important rock star he is - now playing guitar super- loud. Pathetic, lost glamour, needy little shit.

the idiot guitar god has been playing guitar for us for the past 30 minutes, very gradually turning up the volume. i have never known such a needy, desperate, insecure, useless little shit before!

now playing bass louder. if other people are playing he stops. he wants to make sure we know we are getting a special free concert, and nobody should interrupt him.