project urbanhermit is underway. im in chicago. i stay in a lot. i talk to dogs more than people.

-seeing leftover crack in urbana was a waste of time. what a joke. the new bass player blows ( Read more... )

summer brings its doom upon me again. i have an abundance of yearning, a desperate need for passion, many possibilities for my future, no capability to decide what to do next and only dismal visions of a future chosen by default. someone please tell me what to do. there is a good chance ill go do it. good reasons are bad reasons.

im playing that dangerous game where time well spent is sacrificed for silly green pieces of paper. soon it will be time to move to some random city. duluth, bloomington, and pittsburgh are looking mighty ripe. maybe ill just buy a camper for my truck instead. anyone have any good destinations?

i keep finding myself with the classifieds in my hand. im scared that without really noticing it that i might move to homer or gifford, sell my truck, and buy a horse

playing the mandolin really makes me want to die. i cant stop. dont play the mandolin ( Read more... )

what is wrong with me? am i going to move back to brooklyn? again? well, it looks like. queens college says they can make a forest ranger out of me. ill be showing up in august with three good kids from the prairie and one dog, size large. who wants to put down on a house?

the other night i had my weekly occurence with a voice behind me that starts off something like "isnt your name eric? arent you that kid i used to cheat off of in 7th grade geography." these tend to be the start of a brief and enjoyable ride to some ill-kept corners of my memory. this voice, however, turned out to be that of the first girl i ever ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

i love my dog. my dog shows me how much love i have, unlike my houseplants.