breaking into my roommates room to use her new emac is fun and exciting ( Read more... )

hey all.

i dont have internet at home (again) so my entries are very sparse at best.

check out gojosephine.com and watch another website be born (as if we need more out there...)

i hope everyone is well, though i haven't felt much like talking these days.

with the arrival of a new computer in my household, i am able to say a few words ( Read more... )

so my old roomie and friend moved out. not without some bitchiness with a side of hipocrisy, not uncommon as of late, but that's how things go i suppose. still looking for a new roommate if anyone is interested ( Read more... )

well, after this last weekend in lansing, i am officially unemployed and definitely broke. you will still see me at eighties night, but maybe less at other frequented locales ( Read more... )

sometimes the people you thought were crazy suddenly become those you most cherish, and say the sweetest things and you know they mean them ( Read more... )

i guess it had to happen sooner or later. i just wish there were a chance, a hope, something to justify the burn. i just wish i was there. and i was. but only in that fleeting second, and not as i am, but as i was forced to be. not as i would like, but as it called for, then decided otherwise with never a chance to explain...

never thought i'd get the truth from seal's "love divine". i always wait for the signs, and it came in the form of a amazingly strange but deeply striking video.

it was fortunately preceded by sheryl crow's "the first cut is the deepest", but unfortunately followed with maroon 5 and train. fuckers. ruining a good guilty pleasure run.

your ability to see inevitable plight as opportunity and possible readmittance absolutely astounds me. thank you.

if you don't own any mum records, i am sorry for you. thank you benner for such an important introduction.

where things are simple, where silent films become their own art form, as a synthesis of nature and industry, as the conflict between the need for natural discourse and the need for artistic manufacturing, there stands the crux of all i have become ( Read more... )