You guys gotta get me out of here! There's this guy Nasty Nate who wants my cocktail fruit, and everyone here likes fresh fish! Then The Squirrel Master came out of left field and told me I'm his bitch!

this is quite tragic. my last gummy bear. oh the suffering!

what happened?

nothing and everything at once.

Sometimes denial is the most penetrating feeling -- like jolts of electricity. And the realization lasts a mere second yet its shadows linger within each sweep of a hair from my arm or the trace of words on paper but I fail to understand it. Braille. I touch everything to realign my perception of the ( Read more... )

wow. Driving home at 6am on a Tuesday morning. Knowing that you have to wake up in an hour.

I am going to finish my wrist and then I want elbow piece/s and a back piece or a neck piece. I want. want. want.
And for some reason I want to know this couple. I want to talk to them and priase their wonderful pieces.
( ink )

( & so forth )

Une petition est un poeme,
un poeme est une petition.
-Georges Fontaine

I loved coming in to class this afternoon and hearing one person to the another from across the room: "I'm going to have to watch this SG1 show you talk about."

I loved the movie The Dreamers.

I loved that Edith Piath sang je ne regrette rien at the ( Read more... )

> Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
> Sage Francis - Climb Trees
> Themselves - Grass Skirt
> Ugly Casanova - Thing's I Don't Remember
> TW Walsh - Old Fashioned Way of Speaking
> Morning Recordings - Summer Tapes
> Counting Crows - holiday in Spain
> Zap Mama - Show Me the Way

Made dinner tonight, a minuscule distraction for my mom, both parents huddled around the TV watching the various documentaries on the late Pope. My dad has been drinking again for the past couple of days and surprisingly reminds me of a washed out Dude from the Big Lebowski in his striped bathrobe. He has a black eye from a 2x4 attacking him and ( Read more... )

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oh fuck. you realize that all this time coming home at 2am you've been missing the raspy voice asking how the night went and the heavy arms around your waist. and then you realize that the person who has the capacity to do this is leaving in 2 hrs.

Story about the SF trip can be conveniently located here
Sometimes I wish that there existed a simpler way of documenting things on paper when I have no energy and patience to do so.