December 2009
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Merry Christmas I guess? It’s 4:00.
No one’s awake. Because it’s 4:00. My neck is cracking up a storm tonight! I don’t know where it came from. I keep rediscovering things about myself, and that’s wonderful. Tonight I’ve found myself caught between spitting acid and converting it to magic.
I feel like I used to have a creative id that filtered through a...
WatchAnyone else get an invite for the “38 Things that girls should know about guys.” group on Facebook?
No, it's legit insomnia this time.
I fucking HATE not being able to sleep. I have shit to do today. I am playing a show in eleven hours. Eleven hours is how much sleep I got last night.
I am so pissed off. Why is it so fucking hard to stop thinking?
Crust
I keep forgetting how awesome d-beat and crust punk are. So now I think I’m gonna try to start a band, it’ll be easy! I’ll need a crustier electric than I currently have, but I’m pretty sure I can just use the Jazz/Strat for it (VERSATILITY, brother).
I figure the bass and rhythm guitar can be the same instrument, via this bitchin’ Danelectro pedal. For the sake of...
Sometimes I also like to write songs. →
Mouse Mouse? →
This is kind of fucked-up to me, since all life is sacred. But it’s also kind of interesting, in the same way the pharmacology of heroin is interesting.
Insomnia
It’s not quite insomnia. I just can’t sleep. It’s unsettling that I have to smoke a cigarette to be normal. Or, as close to normal as I ever am.
Synchronicity
It bothers me. The fact that my life revolves around a rhythm deep in my soul that I just don’t have the ability to change anymore. It’s like a completely different life force than my consciousness; I can suggest things to it but I can’t just make it change.
There is a someone who thinks I’m awesome, I think she has her own rhythm too. We are special people, we set moods....
FarmVille apparently will fuck you up. →
I got my last.fm working, you guys! →
RIGHT FUCKING NOW
I have a Hungry-Man dinner in the oven. It will be ready in twenty-three minutes. I am really fucking excited for it, and I don’t know why. Basically they give you chicken, corn, potatoes and a brownie for $3.79.
I can’t decide if I want to make my Jazz Bass more than my Jazz Strat. The bass is gonna be wired like the Jimmy Page Les Paul, with a Rickenbacker humbucking neck and a...
Moral Orel
http://video.adultswim.com/moral-orel/numb.html
Not only is this episode (the final season premier) exceptionally brutal even by the show’s normally dark standards, it starts and ends with Mountain Goats.
Oh my gosh you guys!
Laura Imbruglia has a Twitter and never told us! I goddamn love her. Fuck!
These thoughts weigh heavy on my mind
but I’m too afraid to say them to the people I need to say them to.
I wish I knew that I could still count you among my friends. I wish I could show you that even though I fucked up, I still care about you. I don’t know how to tell you that I only want to be your friend and have you believe me.
The first time we met I felt an aversion to you that has developed into a strange...
Shooting Star
I saw a shooting start tonight and I made a wish. It seems like it’s starting to come true! I make no calls on that.
That’s the thing about hope, right? Without the will to act it out it’s entirely meaningless. You need both.
ON A COMPLETELY UNRELATED MATTER, I have a Green Lantern ring in the mail…
SPARKS! →
Sheila (my) Dixon
Nothing much to say. She’s corrupt, but she also hates art. We should’ve elected Carcetti.
Burning Man
Well, this year I’m going to Burning Man, assuming I can make the money for it. But not all of us can burn a forty-foot wooden man! FORTUNATELY, everyone can burn a tiny, paper man!
http://www.rain.org/~philfear/miniMan.html
My suggestion would be to watercolor a piece of paper and then print this dude out on it. Then burn the motherfucker!!
This is a song I wrote, about a girl. I’m...