Summer. Mornings that are too bright, afternoons that are too warm. Every window, every door wide open. The low hum of fans circling. Even the horses are sleeping beneath the shade they find.

A playlist: lazyafternoons.m3u
.    Air - Playground Love
.    Che Fu - Scene III
.    Chicane - Saltwater
.    Jeff Buckley - Everybody Here Wants You
.    Jimi ( Read more... )

And we're good for the new addition to the obsession list; Mr Sid Vicious, Mr Johnny Rotten and the groovy Sex Pistols. I'm amused, I'm confused. Scratchy photos and newspaper headlines.

My parents are insisting (understatement) that I get a job. And I would, maybe. If they weren't so goddamn anal about the situation. If they weren't so hypocritical ( Read more... )

Trying to find a pretty Black River Falls map. It's never easy when I want it to be. Getting sidetracked and being attacked by half hearted ideas. It's called making the best of what you have now that you're losing it. I'm attempting to function witout vowels and it's new poetry. Style.

I'm so far away from everyone here. They've all gone and ( Read more... )

On this day in 1962: the birth of Kirk Hammett. Guitar extraordinaire and general GOD. My obsession, not yours.

A million and three tasks at hand. I'm attempting only the last three though.

100001. Stacking CDs in something resembling a stack. Or stacks. Or whatever.
          100002. Christmas package assembly line organisation.
          ( Read more... )

An afternoon concert with Anthony playing bass and it begins to rain. Eclipse. His band and it's so feminine pop rock. He's better than I thought he would be, much better.

Driving past and a kid is taking a shit on the pavement.

An afternoon playing pool with Michael and Polly and Joe and Ben. As if Leo and I really are the sharks they say we are but ( Read more... )

_There are always quiet pauses in these songs that confuse and set my thinking patterns along a flatline again.

Thank-you Maynard for making it possible.

_Shahn makes me laugh and laugh. And laughing is a good thing. Shahn = ex-S.834. We miss 8th Floor.

_One corner of my room is finally tidy. It's been slow but ( Read more... )

So there's a metalhead test and I just had to take it. Had to. Really. And it's fine now even though I found myself singing along to Miss Minogue this afternoon because I'm officially a METAL GOD. Ha. 84%. EIGHTY FOUR PERCENT! Born with the mark of the beast on my forehead and an axe in my arms, I am the God of all things metal.

I'm so rad I hurt ( Read more... )

It's a good time when your playlist slides out the perfect sequence of songs to match your mood. Fast, angry, melodic. I'm flickering colors, I'm black and white.

Minutes and seconds and minutes spent.

My hair is pretty today. Barely awake and messy. I'm feeling guilty about not going with Leo. It was far too early and I shouldn't be talked to when I ( Read more... )

Event: New livejournal scheme. Back in white and in shades of sand and chocolate. Photo courtesy of my mother some 16 years ago. The beach that was at our doorstep and the times when photos of me weren't some drunken product to cringe about the next week.

Random e-mails out of nowhere are always fun.

From: TBP35BRO@aol.com
To: americanjesus_@hotmail. ( Read more... )

WTF 81% grunge and 64% emo. I'm so rad I surprise myself. So funny, so fuckd up. I had an argument last week with Pip about how I was the least grungiest person I know. I guess I was just kidding myself.

I know I'm bored when I'm taking online tests. What a stupid entry. I need a life (but at 0100 who is there to have one with?). Only looking at ( Read more... )