In the mornings
Of august, a darker drone
For the days I find myself wandering
In my dusty shoes, they hold
Signs of things seen and loved and forgot
Medals of a lost home where I
Passed out, on bars and chairs and beds
Mostly alone, sometimes with lovers and
Sometimes with friends
I remember them
Dim and warm
Just how they were the first time

set phasers to Fun!

how often do you sleep off awful feelings ( Read more... )

Tonight:
Fought with ex-girlfriend.
Went to Living Room. Read.
Got home. Shaved. Showered.
Drank gin. Wrote paper.

It's a good night.

This morning: received an A- on a paper in Herman's 583 Lit and Terrorism class ( Read more... )

Played a show last night. It went very well. People seemed to dig our stuff... no one was talking during the set or anything. I told some ridiculous ass stories before each song and people just dug it in general. Best performance I've ever put on ( Read more... )

one day I'm going to have to have a job again

christ. what a mess we have made.

Last night I hammered out 46 pages of spanish workbook material. I've also read four novels and a text book in 30 days. I've never worked harder at school before this semester.

I'm so glad I quit my job. Navigating through this shitstorm has been a full time gig.

I solemnly swear that I will refrain hereafter to use lj for dumb petty shit. I must uphold my cowboy philosophy of only talking about women after 8 drinks.