i'm so excited about life and art... how pretentious is that? I don't even care any more. i mean, i'm back on live journal... posting my wine induced ideas, listening to venetian snares... i used to make art with an eye towards "looking like an artist" whatever that looks like... I don't know. but i don't care (at least nearly as much) any more ( Read more... )

what a miserable dolt.... I was boiling water for tea and I forgot about the kettle until all the water boiled out.... TWICE. now my grandma's kettle is black and tarnished from my negligence. maybe I should stick to ice water....

hello live journal. I didn't really miss you this morning, but now I'm thinking of you and all the good times we had, and well, quite frankly I just got a little misty. have a nice night.

....ouch. I'm scared to leave the house.

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my dad converses with the phone like he's in a movie, kindly repeating everything it tells him for the benefit of all within earshot. I found it amusing that sitcomic devices have some basis on reality.

home alone and my new capacity for tones in the lowest of registers is rattling the over-abundance of family portraits on the wall. I'd be drinking if I didn't want to save my peach schnapps for later... I can't imagine peach schnapps would be the best for mildly unengaged meloncholia anyways. i met a girl whose uncle (or something.... I didn't ( Read more... )

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The Weakerthans are scheduled to play a bitching show in Sacramento... but the show was 21 and over! uh oh... my birthday is in february.. SOOO CLOSE! how can I get in? I sit and scheme in my abandoned fire-station turned top-secret headquarters... and birth a beautiful plan. In depth reconnaissance reveals a rear entrance to the venue. If I can ( Read more... )