Click to view

i found this and it's lovely. the video is not so lovely, so just ignore that part.

this isn't an original art garfunkel song. it was originally composed by antonio carlos jobim, and the lyrics were originally written in portuguese. jobim wrote the english version as well.

Halloween photo for anyone who didn't see it on the facebook:

( Read more... )

I never come here. When I do, it takes me three tries to get my password right. sorry about that.

There is so much less to write. I'm busy. The catering job is fun; I get to meet bands and see free shows, although it is physically draining. I can't see myself doing it long-term. My goal for the next two years is to work toward making a business of ( Read more... )

goodness. i can't believe i've been here for three years. it doesn't seem like it. that my niece just turned one is equally unbelievable.

i hate it when people can't spell or even be bothered to use spell check. and that kids these days don't know (or care) about the difference between your and you're drives me batty. it especially bothers me when ( Read more... )

i am impatient for october. my roommate's filth only exacerbates my impatience. a lot.
...can't wait to live with alex again; move back in for good.

really good.

life is nice. it's alright.

today concluded a fun five days of mayhem with alex, kameel, brendan and k.c. the term mayhem is not being used lightly; i had a fantastic time. besides being unemployed, things are pretty great. my roommate is dirty and i hate it, but that is besides the point.

i have been doing art again in one way or another and it ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

you should have seen the look on your face.. i guess that's what it takes when comparing your bellyaches.
and it's been a long time, which agrees with this watch of mine. i guess that i missed you. im sorry if i dissed you.

you were in my dream again last night. we were in your apartment, although it looked like the massachusetts apartment i lived in until i was 5, instead of your apartment. you were still angry, but we were talking, conversing.

you should try that some time, talking to me.

you  were in my dream wednesday night.

i woke up in a hospital bed and you were next to me, looking gaunt and haggard. there were staples in your cheeks. 
i asked why are you here, and you replied that you hated me so much, but my condition worried you, and you were concerned for my well-being.

you kept repeating that you hated me, and then stopped ( Read more... )