im moving tomorrow. come and help if you can. that means you.

"i like your tentacles ( Read more... )

my boss told me that as a kid in jerusalem, to pilgrims on easter, he used to sell crucifixes, jars full of dirt and i shit you not, empty sardine cans with "air from the holy land" printed on them. he also told that his father was killed by the israelis when he was two during the 6 day war. that kinda bummed me out.

sometimes, metaphors for life manifest in a simple unintended occurence. a building, its occupants and a sidewalk become constructs in some abstracted event that becomes interpretive only later when you think about it ( Read more... )

st. patricks day was a pretty big let down. the going out part i mean. i had more fun drinking beers with marianne, drew, and jeff, just sitting on my couch, cutting up, than i had going out to any stupid ass bar.

midwestern stylings...this song is amazing. i cant stop listening to it. marianne used to always bring up the line, "the best of luck to you and burning barge to float you through" but i never knew which song it came from. way to keep it from me ( Read more... )

snowing on spring break.

fucking blueberry i-pod. iller than watching a homeless man on dust kick through the rear windshielf of a cop car, choke down the arresting officer with his handcuffs and using his wallet to buy rainbow gum for the kids in smoketown all while singing "wild night" by john cougan melloncamp.

ebay is tons of fun.

all that could be said but never will.