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quite often lately, i have to stop what i'm doing and repress like crazy because i'm haunted by a certain image from last summer. in it, i'm lying on the grass on a scenic hill in a section of high park where i can never go again, and all there is is joe and sunshine and laughter and everything that's the epitome of young summer love, the kind of ( Read more... )

i bowled awesomely last night. letting out my aggression with the ball has made for the biggest improvememt in my bowling game, ever. if you've seen me before, you'd know.

what are you supposed to do when it feels like the past almost two years of your life have only been a dream? like, everyone and everything that ever happened since maybe august '02 never existed, except in pleasant, wonderful and then chaotic dream form, and now i'm waking up back where i was before it all, bewildered. and the dream is so ( Read more... )

the one good thing about being hurt more than you'll ever again be hurt in your life is that you'll never again really be able to be hurt about anything whatsoever. every other possible potential hurt situation pales in comparison, making it possible to do anything, even things that are sure to end up in insult, embarrassment and disappointment. ( Read more... )

broken social scene
yo la tengo
the weakerthans
stars
the hidden cameras
rufus wainwright
tahiti 80
the sea and cake
the lost in translation soundtrack
joel plaskett
talking heads
magnetic fields
palace
dirty three
low
iron & wine
mirah
red house painters
mark kozelek
mr. big

i don't want to talk about it.

maybe it's just the spring weather making me say this, but

do you think a test tube babies reunion show would be possible?

i dunno how or where, but, after something like a year of hard work?

Problem: Andrea is very bored with writing her feature on walking meditation. Ironically, will an hour-long walk help to clear her mind ( Read more... )

so, like, i was thinking of maybe, like, updating regularly again or something?

gawd, i've forgotten how to write these past few weeks. and so my poor brain cells welcome back school on wednesday. just this once.