oh god

Going hubpubbin tonight, tomorrow got a meeting with Josh, the next four days I close the store . . . I dunno, thats about all I got planned.


Yeah, I know I made a hash job of that, but my photoshop makes my laptop crash, and then when I start it back up, it hates me and acts all bitchy and burns the coffee and tells me to stop looking at so much porn.

last week was intense, and it wore me out, and I'm ready to have some beers and see people I've missed for quite some time. This fall was bizarre, and now that I'm back in the city on a less-than-transient basis, I'm discovering I had a life that I had missed all along, like that I had been another person for a few months.

God, I saw Barnicle the other night, and man, I can't help but miss drinking with that girl.

You know what I also miss?



Wild fuckin zero. That movie is inspiring.

Like watching Beethoven bend over some grossly painted hooker and play a symphony of pain with a paddock. Huh. There's a lot rattling around in my subconscious that gets outed here, and a hell of a lot that rattles around inside until it finds the level of ripeness fit to unleash havoc on my tongue and get me into trouble.

I'm home.
Scott should come home.
I need a fuckin drink.