it's not personal, it's blog

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i'm always blogging about myself. why don't we blog about you for a little bit. what's new? how is whatsherface? are the two of you still not speaking? that's terrible. i know how much those kidneys meant to you. it's like grandpappy used to say whenever we caught him pooping in the crib: "i'm a big boy!" what i mean is, you need to rise above. and accept jesus christ.

ok, that was a good blog. let's do it again some time.

ever,
myself

in life, as in dance, one should be correct, erect, and smiling

i love indefinite you

so i'm working. right now, actually (i'm waiting for things to compile). it's unbefuckinglievably awesome and interesting but i am not going to tell you anything about it. because now we have an excuse, you and i, to talk more and spend more time together and be better (please circle all that apply):

• friends
• enemies
• lovers
  
• relatives
• other (please explain)

all's fair in love and terrorism

untitled

sunset spills across the skyline like an overturned abortion; the leftover mess of today's accident. in sunglasses suitable for welding, i appear three kilofags fabulouser than real life. i look both ways after crossing the street and stare into the loving face of my reflection. swiveling my jawline downtown and my ass up, i advance upon the night, eager for the next accident.

stupid smiles

stupid smiles are all i flash when my official face is on the line. trying so hard to look like myself, the official card gives my official name by my officialy stupid pair of partially parted lips. cheese, motherfuckers!

stupid jokes are all i crack when i want people i want to want me back. buh dum bum, motherfuckers!

stupid hair is all i wear when stupid hair matters.

stupid shit is all i worry over with an air-mattress under me at 3 in the morning and nowhere to jack off.

the moral of the poem, my dear motherfuckers, is to keep your mouth shut. and wear a hat.

simple facts

• sushi lounge on ave a does mediocre sushi at an incredible price
• the iphone voice control sucks
• google voice search rocks
• twitterific is great, but it needs text selection and a better search interface
• jay brannon rocks my world in ways i didn't know it could be rocked
• i start work on monday
  

tomorrow redux

flight was canceled. new plan:

• get juiced
• go from there

I'm happy that you're alive, but right now I need you to shut the fuck up and get out of my way.

tomorrow

• visiting ben in san diego.
• we'll see...

"The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everyone else. And this is a feeling I have always cultivated."

today

• a lucid dream. it was wild. ask me about it.
• lunch with adam (hummus).
• laundry and manscaping.
  
• dinner with alex and cory.

The education system is just applied literacy.

yesterday

• shopping with alex. my pants are bright. my underwear is brighter.
• shortbus party. nine people, two kinds of brie!
• poetry reading.

Labia Menorah

mess is lore

• brunch
• moon
• kittens
• the great escape

also

• i love my iphone. absolutely love it.

"Tea without milk is so uncivilized."

I WAS going to tweet this, but I thought I'd throw the blog a bone

finished my book yesterday - uncle tom's cabin - and now i'm going to start a new one in the sun. if my credit cards don't arrive today, i will make a pouty face and say a bad word.

Wednesday

• just had sushi with adam. it was thiiiiiiiiiiiis good.
• our new new roommate is here. his name is eric. he's really cute. hey eric. that's right. i said you're really cute.
• i am waiting for my credit cards to arrive in the mail so i can buy an iphone. have you ever read anthem by ayn rand? i feel like it exactly describes my life, except that in the end, i discover "iphone."
• went thrift store shopping today. i am just going to start doing that instead of laundry from now on.

consistency is the new truth

Summer In The Year Of Our Lord, Two Thousand And Nine

The season claiming to be "summer" begins to make its hobbled exit from a decidedly low-key performance. We seem to have got the understudy this year. Bashful meteorology aside, this summer has been, to quote Richard III, "batshit fucking insane."

I returned in March with no job, no home, no money. But I returned. To readers who share my actor's vocabulary, this was the second of my "super objectives." (The first took me away.) Unemployment was a 4 1/2 month exercise in patience, panic, and disappointment. The demure solstice made an overcast backdrop for my spend-nothing/do-nothing prison of poverty. New York is not cheap, you know.

But now the leaves turn. Now I have a job. A really good job. And I am so happy. And summer slowly changes to my favorite season: fall. I loose my youth, but I gain my life. I get to spend paychecks on Williams Sonoma cookwear and drugs.

"I've been thinking everything I ever thought." - Alex