06:41 pm - the winter may, in fact, end.

What an endless winter it's been, huh? Maybe it's just me, but it feels like I've gotten ten times my normal share of winter misery, so much so that I skip through the fucking streets in 40 degree weather. Oh, the sun, how I've missed you.

No more of the constant thread for a while; I don't know if it's just life in Boston, but everyone's always moving to California (in the winter) and New York (in the summer). The reasons are the same, but the motivations are slightly different, whereas it's Cold vs Boredom.

Still, life in Boston, I've always found, comes with those two great seasons: fall and spring. And one of them is upon us. And I would like to cast aside these shackles of the harsh and frozen winter and RISE UP!

Yes, that would be nice.

But something about the air, the sun, the slow strolls down Somerville streets... It brings back Jon in a very strange way. I think because my best memories of him are all from random walks we'd take through the city... When we were roommates but we just had to get out.

Sad to have him recalled, there's not much I can do about it. That's life for you. Or, I guess, death. I haven't even visited his grave yet. I don't see a whole lot of point to it. He's just as not there as he is not here.

10:45 am - WORD UP!

this is a tattoo.

04:38 pm - ain't that some shit!

i'll fuckin..
i'll fuckin..
sew your asshole shut, and keep feedin you,
and feedin you,
and feedin you!

M-E-T-H-O-D-MAN

(because.. it's summer, duh.)

12:40 pm

By way of The Weekly Dig:

The passing of Chainletter keybanger Johnny Pix early this summer was an attack of unbridled suck—a major blow to a burgeoning sect of the rock scene, and hundreds of pals scattered all over the city. Let the suckage stop—he ain’t goin’ out like that. Tonight, at the Middle East Upstairs, the Chainletter, the Static Age, the 8mm Fuzz, DJ Damian and a triumphantly (temporarily) reformed Good North pay tribute to a total sweetheart whom rock itself misses very much.

11:06 am - woke up drunk and spit the shit in a few hours

Random Solicitor: "You look like someone who likes to help kids!"
Me: "Ahh... Actually, I hate children!"

Apparently I drank away the braincell I had that kept me from saying totally absurd shit to strangers.

Honestly? I am excited about this new phase of my life.

07:39 pm

"dude. do you like stupid stuff?"

(adam)

07:08 pm - germs germs germs

i got a side job doing metadata.
metadata, that's my side job.
got any data? coz i can make it..

wait for it.


wait for it.


meta.



clearly, my condition has not improved.
just thought you should know, internet.

01:16 pm - great, it finally happened.

i'm sick. for the first time in as long as i can remember.



yeah. if i die... don't lick my corpse. i might be contageous.

10:32 pm

you know what? i really kinda hate livejournal. but i also kinda go into withdrawls without it. fucking internet, yeah. fuck. weak.

01:35 am - awesome

Home For Troubled Boys
Baby You're A Star

(The Chainletter)

09:29 pm - randomness

I have a weblog that i've been developing for a while. I've reached a point where other projects I'm working on have been eating up the majority of my time, so I figure I'll beta this shit, and take it from there.

It's not a journal, it's a blog

12:48 pm - SOBRIETY TAKES IT'S WEIRD, WEIRD TOLL

wtf.

(i only have 8 megs of space on my ipod left. and i've been deleting stuff all day. siiigh.)

02:17 pm - scotfuckingfree

The great ironies that are my continued existince include, but are certainly not limited to, the fact that I now work for a health care institution and don't have health insurance.

Even from here, I can feel the daggers shooting out of my mothers eyes.


Onemorething:

WTF is up with this?

"Louie Louie," written by Richard Berry in 1956, is one of the most recorded songs in history. The best-known, most notorious version was a hit in 1963 for the Kingsmen; the
FBI spent two years investigating the lyrics before declaring they not only were not obscene but also were "unintelligible at any speed."

10:14 am - heh.

good morning.

03:00 am - Jon and I are drunk. It's 3:00am.

VAYCAYSHUN

11:50 am

Craigs List Best Of is the worst thing to ever happen to my productivity.

12:25 pm - HA!

02:18 am - I'm the best at statue finding.

"What? The J. C. Can't take a J O K E?!"

I gave Jesus bunny ears today at the cemetery. Just another strung-out sunday. Watched Jon do someone else's photo project for school. Really, you know, I don't mind wandering along on these adventures - but goddamn, 5 rolls of 36 exposures is a long time to spend in a graveyard searching for stone angels.

Aside from that it was just waiting for jon's phone to ring, which it never did, which sucks. I think it's because I gave Jesus bunny ears.

Could you imagine the fucking hilarity of me, scaling a stone statue of Jesus, and accidentally pulling it over, onto myself, and dying from jesus? And what if Jon took a picture of it and he became a famous photographer based on the almighty "Jesus Kills" tear-sheet?

AHAHAHAHAHA.

Wow. There is something very wrong with me.

01:08 pm

I didn't always smoke pot. For a while I was high on life... But, I built up a tolerance. People say I use it to hide from my problems... I say... "Whatever!"

11:57 am - You can cough on me again.