Friends, Activity Partners

Jul 2003

Kalamazoo

nope

http://profiles.friendster.com/1004145

nope

asking my mom for $5 as she's going out the door

nope

cutting my hair.trying to record in the 10 minutes nobody's home.

don't wanna talk about it.

i like charlie kaufman.

stoned with joe on a wobbling dock while throat singing

news.

it's about 3:30pm monday, i woke up at 3, paige and i passed out during fellowship of the ring with our headphones on in the middle of my parent's living room, i have already forgotten all of my plans for the day, i have no job but need one to fund these weird daydream fantasies of getting warehouse space or a small house in the middle of nowhere where i can play any instrument as loud as i want to at any hour, i know now that i can't tolerate city life due to social anxiety and general contempt for most people and i'd much rather sit in the woods and try to record a good album than sit in some city and listen to a bunch of assholes spew meaningless shit at the bar i got dragged to by my one friend who really doesn't have anything interesting to do so they go to the same fucking bars all of the time and all i'd want to do is find some major-label dickshit and suck his balls until he made me famous so i could buy a house in the middle of nowhere and record my songs, but right now i just have to wait until i have a little money and then a little more and a little more and soon my rickety daydream will come to life and you're gonna hear the best goddamn self-recorded album you'll ever hear and you'll be jealous and wish that you had OCD and a shit ton of regret and a little house in shittown, usa where you could nervously twiddle your thumbs and stroke your ego from tip to base until you too would spew your love all over some recording equipment. actually i just want peace and quiet, the option to read a book and listen to the birds instead of thumping bass or the neighbors fighting. i want to walk out my front door and not feel the weight of a thousand eyes draped around my neck, i don't want my eyes to be adhered to my feet, i want to lift my head and see things of beauty, things worth respecting [and more, but friendster cut me off.] i just want good posture again.

old friends.