Friday, March 12, 2004 :::
If you ever needed a definition for the term "blanket statement", here goes:
Come late. Leave early.
::: at 3:01 PM
German-Bear-Guy was fun.
He sang me songs.
::: at 2:30 PM
Art as anitidode.
Or, alternately: Runtboy totally missinterprets and ends up consoling himself with beer and some German muscle-bear-guy.
Cool show though. Just have to remember not to trip and fall flat on my face over subtext again.
::: at 2:29 PM
Thursday, March 11, 2004 :::
It's okay. Gimmie a few and kill all these thoughts real good and dead.
::: at 4:00 PM
also not good at:
-the community thing
-the friend thing
-the phone bill thing
-the other people's feeling/concerns thing
-any member of my family's age
-that rear-view mirror bullshit...it's there! end of fucking story!!!
Yeah, I guess that last one is kinda obvious.
::: at 3:55 PM
Okay, when I said "I'm really not good at the whole relationship thing", I wasn't being funny, so therefore, when I say that I don't really feel anything, and that I really want you to back the fuck away slowly before the I feel the need cause actual physical harm to further clarify my point, and saying "I love you" doesn't work, cause that's an abstraction, in my head, in this case, and I highly doubt that that's a point I'm going to back down on, you can have it but keep it to yourself.
It's not the whole story but part of it and that's all the emoting I feel like acting out today.
::: at 3:43 PM
Wednesday, March 10, 2004 :::
You're a True Punk. You know that punk isn't all
about studded jackets and mohawks. If you're
political, you're actually informed. Most of
the stuff you love is from before the 80s,
though you know bands like Fugazi kept the
You Know Yer Indie. Let's Sub-Categorize.
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::: at 12:46 PM
further ammendments for the constitution
::: at 12:12 PM
Tuesday, March 09, 2004 :::
I'm not in love.
::: at 2:12 PM
Monday, March 08, 2004 :::
Congrats to my friend Luis Jacob. Not only did he make the cover of Xtra!, get his club night rhythm Box written up in Now, and a new show coming up Thursday, but he also danced the fucking life back into me Friday night.
No one wears 4 am like you, kid.
::: at 1:30 PM
I slander 'cause I love, really.
::: at 1:23 PM
Ever wonder what Vagisil and Gucci 'Rush' smells like?
deluded enough to think you've got what it takes to be a model/artist/drive-through attendant/9th ward of Hell PR consultant? Then you're best bet is to squeeze your cellulite ridden ass into last years gawd awful Diesel whatever mini, run a lawnmower and a couple tubs of vaseline through you're bleached out brillo pad hair, grab a couple of you're bestest, sexiest, most inbred friends and head to The Drake Hotel. Ground zero for everything that everyone else got over, like, three years ago.
Oh, and a big shout out to Jennifer who helped me answer the title question.
::: at 1:00 PM