THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT. I can't write correctly, and I hate it when this fucking happens. It's seven am and I know what I want to write, but it is not coming out properly. I want to write like myself but I'm writing like Italo Calvino and I don't ever want to write like that but I can't help it. I am so glad I decided not to take creative writing ( Read more... )

Rosie and I found this awesome stray cat. Well, "found" meaning it chased Rosie and she ran away screaming and thought it was gonna eat her (because I was scaring her at the time about things in the bushes.) I let it in the house, though, and fed it, and it's awesome. It's the nicest a cat has ever been to me (ask me about me and cats sometime.) I ( Read more... )

Looks like it's gonna be another day of listening to Fifteen nonstop.

I really like the English Dogs and I don't give a fuck what anyone says. Oi or no oi, nationalist-themed or not, metal-influenced or not they are seriously pretty awesome. SO DON'T EVEN GIVE ME NO GUFF.

I'm sorry, but those Burger King commercials with the chicken skull wearing heavy metal band are the greatest fucking thing on television ever.

Like the artist Jean Dubuffet, who likewise toiled with "matter" and "texture," Guyotat drags, prods, and sometimes gently eases language as close as possible to the brutest facts of existing. In his case, this first demands a close-focusing on the necessary locus of the self, the body--especially its secretions and excretions; second, a maniacal ( Read more... )

The Conflict shows at CBGB are not only after I go back to school, but cost twenty five dollars a ticket. Fuck CBGB, I'm glad that place is closing.

Excuse me?

Why is John Singleton so fucking awesome?

Seriously, I've got to stop thinking about leaving New York.

Other people's parents are awesome. So are fireworks test runs, bike rides down a deserted 2nd Avenue Midtown at 2:30 AM, and Twilight Zone episodes about Binghamton.