goddamn i looked good today. i mean shit, it was fucking sick. too bad nobody that matters got to see it. i left the apartment for the first time in a few days, on occasion of looking so fine and needin some squares. but the only people i saw were some old black guys and the cashier at walgreen's, an old black woman. i wish i had some kind of ( Read more... )

in order to get my parents to lend me enough to make december's rent, i agreed, in principle, to find a subletter if i don't have a job by the 1st. there are some goods and bads to that transaction, as usual. the worst bad is that it's tantamount to admitting defeat. the big city beat me, and it did. the only reason i stayed in chicago after school ( Read more... )

the following is the latest top 30 from whpk, the radio station i was formerly a part of. i quit my last quarter for various reasons. the station doesn't seem as good these days as in days of yore, but it still has to be considered one of the best radio stations in the country. anyway, here's the list. there's a little more crap on it than usual ( Read more... )

i dropped one evan rowe at union station this evening. this concluded mr. rowe's one week stopover at my apartment in chicago. from here, he's on to other things. i, however, am not. no, his departure marks the return of a familiar cycle ( Read more... )

if you say 'ought', then you ought to say 'naught'.

the paris hilton sex tape. i found it very disappointing. some people, i know, appreciate the graininess and find it reminiscent of mid-century reportage. i just wanted to see her naked and doing it. clearly. in all colors. you can judge. (i had a bigger picture, but it wasn't working.)


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i now subscribe to the culture of failure.