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it's the 22nd day of my birth. twenty two revolutions around the big bright thing.

i moved to seattle a week after i turned eighteen. moved back to mesa. moved to seattle when i was barely twenty. moved back to arizona. moved to seattle when i was twenty one.

...and i just turned twenty two. i was wondering what to do. and the closer they got, ( Read more... )

i feel the superboredom, hype, and mediocrity of post-modern life more than i thought would happen here. consciousness of the violence of my soul being leeched away is enhanced tenfold by not having any distractions, like a job. all of my efforts are for increasing our comfort, not for creating and sustaining beneficial projects, nor for connecting ( Read more... )

the job sitch is bad. the census doesn't want me. unemployment is supposedly 8.1 percent right now. thinking about all the other unemployed people versus me doesn't make me happy. all this competition. why can't everybody win? nobody's hiring, except fucking greenpeace. and all the other places that are hiring want like ten years experience for ( Read more... )

we're driving to portland today. arcata is awesome. jake and tigris are saints.

this road trip is great. i'm pumped to be doing something new. luke and sierra and i are a great team.

my throat hates me and i endure body and head aches. i'm making ginger syrup so i can mix it with club soda and drink homemade ginger ale. i'm hoping it will help my stomach when i eat two raw garlic cloves. i'm obsessed with home remedies right now ( Read more... )

this is my second bike collision in the last couple weeks. fucking mike's pike as black as a cave, fences and trash cans appearing instantly, scraping my hands and knees. i already sustain cuts on my hands often enough. i don't need bike collisions ( Read more... )

i just woke up. i have a huge scrape on my forehead from swimming into a rock. my tooth is chipped for some reason. (it's barely visible. praise allah ( Read more... )

it's a hot day in mesa and the kids are in every corner and they seem to be amoebic. a strange transition from luke and tivoli and comfort and cold ( Read more... )

do you want gold?