Skoob's New Writeups

I'll take you home (thing)

2006-01-08T21:10:10Z

He stares at her from across the crowded dance floor. She wants to go home but her boyfriend won't take her home. She pouts and grows more impatient.

"I'll take you home" he whispers across the room.

Her boyfriend starts talking to his buddies. Neck-less goons taking a break between date rapes to spike the punch and otherwise give society cause for thinning the gene pool.

She fidgets and looks uncomfortable with them. She doesn't like his friends, but she tolerates them for him. She really doesn't like him when he's with them, but she feels as though she has no choice.

"I'll take you home" our hero whispers across the room once again. She isn't even looking in his direction.

A few of the girls in the clique appear, and she acts relieved. They're no better than the men. These vapid bottle blondes couldn't form a cogent thought if it were offered to them. She knows they tear her down when she's not around, so she constantly struggles between her…

June 6, 2004 (idea)

2004-06-06T14:28:49Z

I foolishly agreed to help some friends put a new roof on their lake cabin. The project took a day longer than we had planned, and I got wicked sunburnt from the waist up.

I'm home now, and the first thing I did this morning when I woke up with my skin on fire was take a Vicodin. After watching some television and dozing on the couch, I composed this little opus.

Vicodin
You take away my pain
My aching legs
My sunburnt torso
All feel better
When I have you

Also
You make me keenly aware
Of my tongue
And my heartbeat

I really hate drugs, even aspirin, but I love me some Vicodin.

December 29, 2003 (thing)

2003-12-29T04:34:13Z

It's 0320 and I'm at work. I got here about a half hour ago to take the other half of someone's dispatch shift at campus security. This means I get to kill four hours catching up on my E2.

Since December 29 is only three hours old here, I'll have to predict the future a little. Go with me on this.

A loan payment I set up a month and a half ago is going to be processed today. This will leave me, well, all the way short on rent. That's ok though, because rent is due on the 1st and payday is the 2nd. My rental property holds on to rent checks for a few weeks before cashing them, so I'm probably in good shape.

I'm going to call two of the girls that come in at 0700 at around 0630 and wake them up. This is of their own choosing. These happen to be two of my favorite people at this job, and I wish I was working with them instead of before them. Last semester we all worked Sunday nights together, and they're the only reason I didn't quit this job. They'…

murder (idea)

2003-03-30T15:51:21Z

I killed a man once. I didn't really need a reason, I just wanted to do it.

I walked around downtown for a few weeks memorizing the lay of the land and deciding who would make the best target. I knew it shouldn't be anyone who stood out from the crowd. Someone who fit in, but not too well. I didn't want his absence to be noticed. At least not right away.

It was hot the night I did it. Really hot. You could hear people sweating. The typical street trash and college kids didn't seem to mind, seeing as they were all whacked out of their fucking skulls. I'd have shot one of them, but I doubt they would have noticed.

WEDNESDAY

Sitting at a table at my favorite sidewalk cafe, waiting for a mark. I take a sip of tea, look up and see the perfect specimen leaving the office building across the street, making a left out the door. Off-the-rack suit, nice shoes, quality briefcase. A mid-level manager. Even from across the street I can tell this guy's single, and probably hasn'…

February 2, 2003 (idea)

2003-02-02T01:22:49Z

This is not your tragedy. You can't have it.

Too often we humans like to be involved.

"Yo, my best friend's cousin's sister-in-law's ex-boyfriend's nephew died today!"

Watch any tragedy on TV and you'll see what I mean. I live in Dallas, so all day it's been anchorpersons telling us how we can identify with this tragedy. Citizens without souls describing how the piece of debris that landed a thousand yards away almost killed them. How their worlds have been rocked by this event. You know who they are. They're the same people who survive the flood, tornado, serial killing, and always manage to witness the horrific accident on the freeway that killed three people. "I swear to God I thought I was gonna die!" The people who claim it hits so close to home.

Bullshit. You can be sad. You can be shocked. You can be indifferent, mad, happy, or traumatized. But you cannot identify with this. You have no idea how the families, friends, and co-workers of…

January 13, 2003 (idea)

2003-01-13T17:22:23Z

The second Daria DVD I ordered showed up a few weeks ago. There are two bonus episodes from the last season on it, one of which I had never seen before. It's the last episode of the regular series, "Boxing Daria."

I watched it, and it kinda horrified me, because it all made perfect sense to me. There's a new fridge delivered to the Morgendorffer household, and the empty box jogs Daria and Quinn's collective memory to a fight Jake and Helen had when the girls were younger. It takes Daria a while to remember exactly what happened, and at one point she climbs in the box and says "Yes. This feels right."

She had a box just like it when she was a kid that she hid in during the fight, whereafter Jake left and spent the night in a hotel room. I'm not sure why, but I can't stop thinking about that episode.

I think my brain is punishing me for going to school. I can hear him up there yelling "Hey Fucko! What are you doing?! On Saturday morning we're either…