I ordered pizza, and somehow it came 15 minutes later.  Literally.  I know this because I'm mildly OCD and I set my watch's stopwatch.  I was really impressed, until I realized the pizza was regular crust, instead of the deep-dish I ordered.  So they doctored up a cancelled order, or something.  Either way, I'm happy.

Time-warp Pizza!

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Saw this ( Read more... )

Kind of entirely forgot I had this thing for the last, oh, several years.

Funny, that.

Does anybody still use these things?  Maybe I'll start up again.  Maybe I'll even update my user pic, one of these days.

Although this probably won't mean anything to anybody, Pete Doherty and Carl Barat played together last night for the first time since 2004.  ( Read more... )

We are the Assault Poets collective. Formed humbly in 2006 by the Wunderkind Poets(tm) Jesse Mazzola and Michael Thacker as an act of defiance against the blatant commercialization of public poetry reading at a local cafe ($5 to read poetry!?! To people who're going to be too busy waiting for their turn to listen anyway?!? CRIMINAL!), The ( Read more... )

... or I'm Still Not Dead (so there, naysayers!)

Well, as of right now I've survived yet another of this enigmatic and infuriating planets rotations around that puzzling ball of super-fusion in the sky. I'm 24. Hooray. My birthday's following a (cue spooky music) Friday the thirteenth (fade spooky music). Which means, I guess, I survived that ( Read more... )

Although I also continue to not update this thing often. Ah well. You'll all live, I suppose.

Anyway.

Christmas is boring. Lon and I have broken with tradition, and aren't doing the movie thing again this year (he's sick). I'm bored. Very bored.

Christmas is also depressing, when you're alone. So it goes.

Just got out of jail. Fuck everything. Why? Because it was the 4th of July, of course! Same-old-cop came and locked me up Saturday morning. Why? ILLEGAL CAMPING. Fuck that. Asshole ( Read more... )

I've survived another trip around the sun. This one was more tenuous than some, but not as rough as others.

All in all, it had some dramatic highs, and some dramatic lows.

Loneliness is a killer.

Smoking is good foor you. It's true. Without smoking, meeting new people would be a lot harder. But thanks to California's "no smoking in business" laws, we're forced to go outside, where we're often forced to socialize with other smokers ( Read more... )

Going legitimate is difficult. I'm trying, though. Very, very hard. Not re-degenerating into a drug-addicted alcoholic! That parts not that tough, except for the rough depressions.

Hanging out with Quincy slash Greg - I think of him as Greg, but nobody else seems to. Probably has to do with all the business I've done fer'im. Writing his name ( Read more... )

Or...

Rain, Rain, Go Away

(Incidentally, both titles of Harlan Ellison stories)

Another rainy day, another day away from bondage. Not that kind of bondage, deviant. Altogether, a good day, although as Jim has pointed out several times tonight, I've been "charging around". Apparently, I'm a bit irritable, or perhaps pointed. Y'never can tell ( Read more... )