this morning is absurdly good. yesterday i was crying to benjamin (formerly known as heather) on the phone about how i am just going to die, and there is no point to my life or pursuit of happiness. but for someone fucking reason, this morning, i am remembering that there are reasons for me to take part in this whole scheme. um, like, the mars ( Read more... )

i just got this little notion, after checking the mars volta's webpage for tour dates, for the nine millionth time: that i should go down to berkeley in the beginning of june to see them (cedric and omar) at uc berkeley. it seems like that is the closest they are getting to seattle on this tour, and berkeley is the goods-- so why not? what do you ( Read more... )

ha ha, i got to see Handsome Boy Modeling School tonight and you didn't. ha ha ha ha ha ha. plus i met Prince Paul and Dan the Automator, and Prince Paul said that i made a good choice in alcohol (Jamaican Red Stripe) and that he liked my scarf (khefiye.) And i told Dan that i felt really lucky to get to see his show, and he said thanks. and i felt ( Read more... )

i've been laid up in p-town since monday. i guess it is some sort of luck that i was forced by medicine to vacate the big city for this week to heal, and hideaway from livia. i guess. although being bedridden for day after day allows for way too much brain wandering-- especially when one is running low n painkillers. it's a tough row to hoe. every ( Read more... )

so, i had this conversation with my grammy the other day that was a little weird ( Read more... )

so livia and i are moving into our new apartment on beacon hill in about a week. on friday we are finishing up all of the paperwork, which means i have to get cracking on getting into the western wa university social work program. anyway-- the apartment is HUGE and has a full panoramic view of the industrial area, and the puget sound and the ( Read more... )

and then my apartment building burned down. 504 E. republican toasted and burnt to a crisp. and i salvaged a few things. it was unbelievably shitty though. livia and i were the last ones out of the blaze, with little Irie in arms, unbuttoned and flapping in the 20 degree air. we are now living at Jason's. beating up on Jason's concrete floors-- ( Read more... )

i finally just broke down, and after night after night of injuries and life-long promises, i just rolled a phat spliff and smoked the shit out of it. and then we laid in bed, and i got the best rub on earth (that i have fucking deserved because i have bruised every limb flailing about the apartment like so) and then i woke up this morning. no in ( Read more... )

so has anybody seen how unbelievably craptacular the Coachella lineup is for this year? it is such a shitcan compared to last year... i think there were about two people i was interested in seeing: the Raveonettes and Roots Manuva. good job you fucking wealthy ass desertified whores-- killing the nervous systems of tens of thousands of dehydrated ( Read more... )

i have been making self-portraits from conte crayons lately. and there is much to be greatful about when you get to lay your papers over rocks and shellac them with fixatives. shiny and detailed and contrasted and satisfactory ( Read more... )