Post orgy.

We are a band now. We are Mozart's Sexcellent Sextet and you can find us on Facebook. Come and see our gigs-- the next one is May 5, I believe. Not that I ever know these things.

It seems that cracks have developed in the wall, and they have wound their insidious ways through the bricks and the mortar, to leave a gaping hole. And through that hole shines a light that I cannot stand, a light that burns my soul and robs me of sleep. Soon enough, I think, I shall lay the bricks down again and put on a fresh coat of paint; a ( Read more... )

Tom Cruise plays a dick in all his movies.

Maybe you wonder what everyone thinks of you, but they're mostly wondering what you think of them. And some of them rarely wonder at all.

Snow in April? Flash floods in West Virginia and coastal flooding in South Carolina? That's they're saying these days.

Things to do (again ( Read more... )

This is so lame ( Read more... )

I would just like to talk about the wonderful uses of the phrase "but still..." For example ( Read more... )

Today was one of those days. One of those days when I feel melancholy and artsy, and hate myself for it. So now, some shitty poetry ( Read more... )

The other day I got high and fixed the washing machine. It swirled the water around into a vortex, parting it from the middle and pulling it through tiny holes of dense black into the drainage hose. Then it spun about until it was a mere blur of revolving plastic blades, plastic blades moving so fast that they would have quickly turned a bucket ( Read more... )

The sun seems so far away today. I mean, farther away than usual. It's always pretty far away. Kind of strange to think that something all the way out there can give you a shadow on a sunny day. Kind of strange to think that a few hundred or a few thousand miles closer to or farther away from the sun makes the climate uninhabitable. I mean, it ( Read more... )

Got my bow fixed. So I jammed today with Rob and Mike. Rob taught me some of his crazy music.

I also joined a cellists community on livejournal to ask for advice. Was that a good idea?

I wish I was in school.