there is no such thing as an impulsive existentialist.

so nyah.

i think i'll keep spitting-up song lyrics for the next three years. that m.o. seems to be working wonders for the rest of the world.

it's something you feel
in the sole of your shoe
on a loud city bus
on some aching afternoon

yeah, that's the ticket.

So, this is me apologizing: Sorry, I've been making for some shitty correspondence as of late ( Read more... )

life ( Read more... )

fuck the police.

and fuck getting points on your license.

green tea is delicious ( Read more... )

Reel Big Fish was absolutely tits ( Read more... )

I'm back from camping. No mammals were eaten, but I didn't shave for four days, and consequently started growing in this thing that mildly resembles a handlebar mustache. But I'm shaving it, because handlebar mustaches are for bikers and gay cowboys -- and of which, I am neither ( Read more... )

Starting yesterday, I'm going to be M.I.A. for a few days.

I'm going to go sit in the woods with a book of T.S. Eliot poems and be a recluse. And grow a beard.
And eat tiny mammals.
Cute ones.

it's not supposed to be this complicated. you go to college for four years and then you graduate and then you get a real job. and that's what you do ( Read more... )

I say this a lot ( Read more... )