sometimes i hate being right.

i have an interview at visible changes tomorrow.
i know it's a good job and what not, but i still feel like such a sell-out.

gamble gamble gamble diiiiiieeeee.

i'm sorry my voice is chicken shit. my body's trying to make up for it.
i'm sure/i hope you know this by now.

i'm a little concerned about introducing myself as someone that i'm not, and behaving like someone that i'm not.

by being "new and improved" am i sacrificing being me?

i hate that most people i come in contact with while i'm out in public seem to be just practicing for their suburban years of obvious affairs and 9 to 5.

moreso i hate that i've become a victim of this "treat"cherous virus that's been spreading throughout the human race. (i.e. "success")

oh to be a llama.

a night with the girls turned into a night with the boys.

just as well.

i'm actually enjoying conversation for the first time in a long time.
maybe i am learning to relax.

it's strange that right now, unbeknownst to most of the world, the sky really is falling ( Read more... )

i live in a 20 bedroom/20 bath house. i have 25-30 roommates (whom i've never met). i have 20 living and dining rooms ( Read more... )

tonight my apartment has the same aroma as my grandparents house. it's strange how the presence of family can change everything about your environment, even the redolence of your moldy, half century old one bedroom apartment ( Read more... )

tonight i drank brandy in a speakeasy. it alarmed me that this underground shanty was all that held up the four story building above. every so often, i half expected the entire building to come caving in around me. then i remembered that i had recently accrued the weight of the world on my shoulders, so what could a measly four stories do?

as crafty and quick thinking as i think i am, i tend to forget that it's always for things that aren't very necessary ( Read more... )