self-titled: ^_^
outtasite (outta mind)
and the song of the day is "following through" by the d-plan.
uhh, just listened to the new les savy fav at work today a few times, pretty damn psyched for the show tomorrow night.
listening to the song "adopduction," i learned what the stockholm syndrome was. i should listen to the yo la tengo song with that in mind.
after work was a multitude of rehearsals. then home for survivor. i hate most of the young kids on samburu, love everyone on boran, hate theresa, am growing fond of frank, and miss carl. after survivor i watched the diamondbacks suffer another sad loss, and then john and i watched some buffy.
hmm
recording this weekend. locked up in that box. eating burger king. except this time, it's me running the show. no more goofing off, no more reading and taking constant cigarette breaks while people are laying down incidental stuff. it's gonna be a long weekend, and it's probably what i need. concert tomorrow, and then saturday i will go see mulholland drive and/or waking life, and sunday as well if i don't see both on saturday.
today, first thing i did at work was fire up notepad and write something. for the first time ever, i've written something with the intention of showing no one. it's strange. actually that's a lie. freshman year i wrote two e-mails to someone, but sent to them myself as i had no intention of actually sending it to the addressee. but this was different, i was writing for an audience of me. and you should thank me, because what i wrote would change the world, and it'd be a scary and unfamiliar place for you. of course eventually you'd see that it was a change for the good, but it'd be a long and difficult road, and i'm too nice a guy to set the world on such a course.
actually that's a lie. it's just that it contains some names and situations that aren't for public consumption, or any consumption at all besides me. but you can consume this nightly, and i encourage you to do so.
so, so what? sew buttons. HA.
Also, it's recently come to my attention that i don't receive enough e-mails that weren't generated by a machine. so write me. tell me your hopes, your fears. send me naked pictures, or pictures of your dog. song demos. call me gay, call me a visionary. tell me who you are, how you found me, why the fuck you ever visited more than once. also, no naked pictures please. unless they happen to be naked pictures of your dog, which i suppose is acceptable.