December 2010
8 posts
Jorhay, may your dusty soul live in mine forever.
I lost my pride and joy tuesday. I loved that car, I loved everything about it. The door handles that didn’t work, the screeching fan belt, the power steering, the lack of winshield washer lines, the gear handle pulling off in my hand. Sounds shitty, but that car was the token to my freedom last year. I love driving. I sometimes used to take jorhay out when I was feeling antsy, and just...
I think the whole point of living is just that. Living. Getting by with what you have, testing yourself until your bones creak, doing what makes you the happiest and most satisfied that you can manage. I’m a writer, I’m a musician, I’m a photographer. For the past few months I have been doing none of the above. I’ve been a full time worker, I’ve been a drinker, and...
nothing nothing nothing
I keep lookin back at my writing and thinking it was much stronger two years ago. I had points to make and knew how to make them before I even started putting it to paper. Now I look at empty space and just fill it with whatever comes to mind. Cortizone injections. mango lemonade. I just slept for eleven hours. I think I had everything planned for today. What am I supposed to be doing? I should...
I am obsessed with House. He’s a sarcastic asshole and it is wonderful.
I can’t wait to move out. I’ll be living with the dangerfloyd boys and like four blocks away from the belmont diner. I forsee a lot of eggs benedict in my future.
I recorded live tunes yesterday, I’m looking forward to seeing the outcome in the new year. Plus a wicked awesome show with some of my...