My dog died. She was old and white and big and dumb in this suspiciously intentional way. She was fourteen. I taught her how to whisper and play dead and to tolerate me grabbing her face all the time. She was really amazing at flipping a treat off her nose and snatching it midair. And I really loved her. Because I knew her. I knew her sounds and ( Read more... )

memorial day weekend. BBQ? Swimming? Not concentrating on memorials? Car sales? Sunburn? It's all up for grabs now. I'm pretty surprised that one still has the ability to get pumped over a season long after school has become one distant, slightly agitated memory. Seems like all of those disgruntled adults were feeding us a story the whole time ( Read more... )

I have to make art more! I keep forgetting I like to make it. It feels great to draw, even if it's just little things right now.

birthday. I'm good with it.

It's all downhill from here, system. I remember when you were quite the ticket. Now, only passing glances. Like high school. But the people who like, stay there forever, if you know what I'm saying ( Read more... )

So I walk dogs now for alot of the day, which leads to being alone and pondering the mystery of being and also learning how to pick up dog crap in a professional and swift manner and calling people just to talk and realizing you don't have anything to offer in the ways of conversation. But I spend alot of time alone now, lacing through ( Read more... )

Friend of mine died today. Wrote this shit ( Read more... )

So I might be getting this dog walking job, but the lady I interviewed with kind of scared me. But it would be sweet is all. Plus I get some vacay before I start, which is some quite excellent times. I'll have to know about the weather all the time though ( Read more... )

Man, does solitary life not fit me. Whenever I'm alone, something random will pop, and I will want to be like, "Am I right? Anyone?". But sometimes, I'm by my lonesome, and I have to take up the slack of amusing myself, which starts to feel a little spooky sometimes ( Read more... )

I've had a leisurely and reflective month, but not without the pitfalls of complex relationship fiascos and the late night bores. Trying to get a job, trying not to smoke too much and retain my shattered short term, trying to drink my coffee black and never snack (although those instructions were provided by Rufus Wainwright, I still think it's a ( Read more... )