mmmkay

high as a kite.

the end.

bhalcott 09: we'll talk logistics

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at work, i find myself taking more and more of those really self-reflective hank rearden type walks across the plant where i space out and think about everything that burdens my conscience. if coffee was allowed in the plant, i would bring a cup with me, but it's not, so i usually just pocket my hands and maintain an obscure face. i don't take ( Read more... )

i find it highly requisite and moreover, day by day, increasingly harder to withstand the incessant torment of my inner psyche screaming at me to share the story about the time zach threw an open can of pepsi at my head three days ago ( Read more... )

well, i'm about half way through atlas shrugged for the second time. call me what you will; a staunch objectivist, a hippie, crazy, whatever. i've read a lot of books in my day, but none as inspiring to the order of atlas shrugged. if anybody has any wild aspirations of taking over the world or maybe just taking on very large responsibilities ( Read more... )

warped tour 2005 tickets were purchased last saturday. am i excited? slightly. i just hope it isn't three hundred degrees outside like it was last summer at warped tour. choppy just about kicked the bucket everytime a set began and a crazy moshpit started. the offspring will be playing and that is one band i will not miss, because i've been a ( Read more... )

my bedroom has dark navy colored curtains, so naturally it's always a cave in there. i love my cave. everyday, when i get off work, i know i can seek refuge in my dark cave-like room, where i usually put on soft music and just lay there on the floor. this continues for a good forty five minutes or until i feel like returning to civilization, ( Read more... )

i finally ordered the fountainhead by ayn rand off of amazon.com today. it was written as a precursor to atlas shrugged, so i will totally be reading them out of order though. :(

sigh.

today, kyle and i played an exhausting 18 holes of lawn golf in his front yard. i miss that. i miss that homie. i miss getting together with kyle on the weekends and just doing crazy shit like that. there was a time when you could set your watch to kyle showing up at my house every sunday unannounced to hang out. anyway back to lawn golf. lawn golf ( Read more... )

yesterday, jake and i got butt naked and ran down the street. sometimes you just need to do stuff like that to shake off the ambiguous boredom that never fails to seep into the cracks of summer's cavernous terrain ( Read more... )