like a moth to the flame. indeed.

and what a difficult father's day it has been.

so i'm going to be in my first ever art show tomorrow. it's going to be at gallery lombardi just off fifth and lamar (the alley by the train tracks) and the party starts at seven pm. there's going to be live music, performance art, a puppet show, and booze. hopefully you all can make it out. i'd adore it if all of you lovelies came out. i'm anxious ( Read more... )

these conversations our eyes have had with each other's. even i know there is more to this than the sum of what we tell our friends. and we've always known this would not be an easy path. ours. when i wake up in a fit of anxiety over the loss of a friend rather than the failure of a relationship i have to coax myself out of it with memories of ( Read more... )

in regard to last night, i would like to thank: tim for staying up late in case i needed to call him. andrick for the drunken text messages to which i was too incoherent to reply. john for the lectures on dating. and david, who thwarted my attempt at driving home drunk by convincing me to enjoy his beautiful guitar playing skills.

this morning i woke to my telephone ringing. i found myself on the floor beside my bed, having dragged with me two pillows and a thick blanket tangled up with my body. i touched my hand to my forehead and realized it was the first in a series of days weeks and months that i hadn't greeted the day with paralyzing anxiety. i lay there like a chalk ( Read more... )

next time you're in that situation, maybe you should just kiss him instead of walking away. maybe if he wasn't drunk all the time, you'd have a better understanding of how he feels. then you wouldn't have to worry about the right way to go about things. boys and girls are strange characters.

i've determined that it's not fear, but rather, the not knowing that causes anxiety in the youth of this city. i've never seen such an enormous group of frightened, depressed, medicated, wildly-talented young people in my entire life. i want to give the city a hug. i know what you all are going through.

today i was having a conversation about ghosts and how afraid i am of them. at some point, i substituted the word 'ghosts' with the phrase 'half clear dudes'. i realized at that point that my intelligence is slowly waning toward the level of the simpson girls. a sad day indeed. heh.

takashi miike knows how to finish a film like no other. sigh.