well, philly. i seem to be making some progress here and i'm enjoying myself. i get excited when i think about the coming months. every once in awhile i remember where i was a few weeks ago and how my hours were spent trying to disentangle two battling wills or finding a way to ignore them. now it's like we're all on the same team again and just ( Read more... )

"We cannot tell that we are constantly splitting into duplicate selves because our consciousness rides smoothly along only one path in the endlessly forking chains ( Read more... )

wow, bullshit artist ( Read more... )

yo, i made $410 dollars this weekend. 410 dollars i'm gonna use to drive home tomorrow or maybe the next day. when old dude handed me a $100 dollar tip while i was bartending at the reception i thought "sweet, i'm gonna buy a bed with this." when i got to the one place that was suppossed to have futon folding mattresses and they didn't i thought " ( Read more... )

emily, tell me you have listened to that song ( Read more... )

despite the one thing that seems to occupy my mind on an hourly basis, some shit went down this week that was probably unrelated. i'll do a lazy man's review ( Read more... )

for lydia and whoever else could see themselves using this information (for, perhaps, a wedding invitation?)

jenna woodward
po box 134
bodega, ca 94922

i'm gonna list emily as a reference here. she can vouch for my snail mail capabilities and i'll do even better this time cause i, like, actually live in this area and shit.

its a beautifully sunny-69'!-day for The Mavericks, a big wave surfing competition for those who've allowed their adrenaline addiction to completely override any human sense of lurking death. these waves look like the hand of god returning to smite man for his transgressions. even cameramen can't be bothered with the usual constructs of good ( Read more... )

i think this might work. last night i returned from getting tipsy off fat tire and the boardgame Cashflow (from the author of Rich Dad, Poor Dad) at sarah's to my dank, unromantically lit camper. i crawled into my bag prepared to die or hoping i might. as the rain drops multiplied and amplified through my canvas bedroom i dreamt up different ways i ( Read more... )

well, i made it ( Read more... )