So. I've been sitting here for the better part of three hours kind of just...staring, at my computer monitor. I've been listening to some music (Thunderbirds Are Now!, right now), and occasionally I'll take a slice of a chocolate orange, and, you know, eat it.

Um, that's basically all I have to say. Which is why I've decided to take a nasty little ( Read more... )

For years I've been sitting in my bedroom making up imaginary acceptance speeches. Playing imaginary shows. As I've gotten a little older, a little worse for the wear, when I need these fantasies to get me through the day, I've started to make these acceptance speeches vocal. Whispering a list of people I'd like to thank when I should be asleep. I ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about a road trip. A drive across the country. I've been thinking about the people I'd visit on the way. The person who I would want to go with me. I've been thinking about what I would do once I reached my destination. In this case, Seattle ( Read more... )

It's so hot in here that she might melt. Too many bodies. Too much sweat. Too much sex. She's been standing here all night. She's been getting desperate. The expression on her face is something foreign to most young women as beautiful as her ( Read more... )

When R---- asked me to write a piece about the internet, I didn't really know how to react. I felt so out of touch. Nevertheless I said yes, and I started work on it it immediately. I titled it The D-------. It was written in a silicon cocoon over the course of five months. The editors said to take as much time as I needed. They had already ( Read more... )

So I was at the camera store, you know, they sell cameras there...and film. So yeah, I was at this camera store. Now, this is a pretty good store, not the best, but pretty fucking good ( Read more... )

The funny thing about listening to music is that it can and will bring you back to a certain time, or a certain event. I'm listening to the music I liked in high school. Saves the Day, The Movielife, The Ataris. I can never just listen to it without thinking "this was me in high school. I'm not like this anymore". I can never be content to just ( Read more... )

My "art" has been on the decline. I used to stare at my bedroom floor for hours years ago. And then I would create something. They say if you pretend to be something for a long enough time, you'll turn into it. It seems to me that I've been pretending to be someone who could do something great for quite some time now. Every day finds me feeling ( Read more... )

When I decided to write this, I told myself that I wouldn't refer to myself in the first person. I told myself that I wouldn't refer to myself at all. I guess I was wrong ( Read more... )

I got some pictures developed the other day. I took the two rolls of black and white film that had been sitting in my bedroom, drove down to the camera store, and had them developed with a matte finish. I paid for everything with money from my new job ( Read more... )