September 2009
14 posts
It’s slightly entertaining going through the events that have taken place throughout my week and predicting which ones I will ramble on about when I am drunk
i hate everything and avoid everything this week. this is my prediction. don’t leave me a voicemail i won’t listen. i wish i could project this message to my therapist. when will i ever learn time management. it’s not even like i procrastinate so much as i have SO MUCH FUCKING SHIT to do. can i just quit school for 2 weeks. and get drunk. this is going to be a drunk winter.
Dually last night was a testament to my assumption that to gain cred in the art world it is completely acceptable and probably behooves you to sleep with a slimy grimey nasty ass motherfuckr or something to that degree. gross not me
Do not fuck with me lest you wish to beckon my implacable wrath
Is it still okay to be goth
this past weekend
was made of mushrooms and cans of watered down beer. i only took part in the latter.
it was strange, and it was alright. we found a guy passed out on the stoop with blood on his legs, he didn’t move. a spare tire was situated next to him. claudia and i carried him onto the staircase and we identified who he was. jose called the cops in a state of (collective) impulse, then “cancelled...
i miss los angeles every day. who would have thunk it? never thought i was the type who would like L.A. because of the superficial vibe that permeates the hills. however, i basically negated all the perceptions i had once had of it. it’s not that. it’s mexican labor workers, it’s watermelon trucks and old women selling hand woven hats, it’s street blocks that don’t...