Tuesday, August 30, 2005

metallic hebrews

this is my first post from my apartment.

I got the new "silver jews" album, I've been listening to it today. It's pretty good, definitely a new direction. Nick, where are you? you should have been at the bar last night.

Becky, have fun, we will all miss you dearly and pour a little OE out of our 40's when we think of you.

Friday, August 26, 2005

subconscious lameness

Lately I've been having really lame dreams. Last night I dreamt that I was terribly excited to get the prize out of a cereal box. I knew exactly what it was: a dried blue sponge on a string that I promptly put around my neck and wore around. There will be more updates as I reveal to my closest of friends that I am, in fact, lame to the core. Freud believed that our dreams were the manifestation of our wild, unharnessed subconscious and that dreams therefore reveal more about who we are than we could ever express in our waking hours.

Ladies and Gentlemen; I am truly lame.

By the way, the person who recorded Cyndi Lauper's "time after time" in a voicemail on my phone followed by hanging up, please identify yourself.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

last hoo-rah

I start work monday so I'd better do something cool this weekend. Peter, I'm looking in your direction to complete the task. we must stay the course. I finished painting this morning and the rain came down and hasn't stopped laughing yet. I'm hoping to get my library situation settled and perhaps all this passive-aggressiveness can go away. I have very little to say today... I'll post later.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

each morning is the morning after

x-tina and I went out on the town last night. damn you long island night at mulligans. got loaded and saw her cousins favorite band. I didn't realize how loaded I was until we got home.

I am at the beginning of a long and painful process.

I woke up with a hangover. I ate a pancake. I watched two episodes of "rosanne" delaying taking a shower and starting the day. Laying on the couch just seemed, well, easier. I answered my phone mechanically, unable to actually make a move from my own will. He died this morning, months earlier than expected. I haven't spoke to anyone. And now I'm sorry. god I'm selfish.