January 2009
130 posts
yourwrite:
I’m drunk on soju and love.
screw you, mediafire
What a profoundly bizarre day. I did nothing of intrigue, but was lost in my head listening to beautiful music all day, which must count for something on the scale of accomplishment. I’m missing so many people so very much - you will always be my pretty heads.
i have a mind-blowngasm every time i hear...
within the next few hours: a new mixtape(?!!)
oh yes
Sarah: I like these cantelope colored walls.
she needs to tumbl.
Me: We can keep watching CSI NY, or we can put on Lars and the Real Girl or Burn After Reading
Sarah: I think we should watch Lars and the Real Girl
Me: Are you intrigued by Lars?
Sarah: I'm intrigued by how a grown man can fall in love with a blow up doll.
we just really 'get' each other
josh: being unemployed has some benefits
me: yeah, it means i get to watch a lot of csi reruns
josh: oh spike?
me: every single day, 12-hour marathons
Emerson: Sarah, when is the last time you answered the phone and it wasn't for you?
Sarah: How about twenty minutes ago when mom called your cell phone and I answered.
But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact....
– I Wrote This For You
i need to stop sending absurd text messages
.
thanks to american liquor laws, i’m going to now go make my own cappuccino mit baileys.
The phone was ringing so I woke up. From the unfamiliar sound of bells, it was obvious that it was not my cell phone (always left on silent) nor was it my computer, leaving the house phone as culprit.
Slowly shaking the sleep off, I reached for the fat receiver across the table and answered, unprepared for the fragile voice on the other end to drone with her message for my parents. I then walked...
I honestly couldn’t care less if you like the same bands or you’ve read the same books. Tell me one original thing, tell me one true, real thing that brings me to my fucking knees that I’ve never heard before and I’m yours.
(I Wrote This For You)
Animal Collective: January 21, 2009 Bowery... →
I’m way too nice to you, sometimes.
seriously, the hipster runoff podcast is routinely killing me. “i wonder what they’ll do with george bush when they throw him out to sea.”
carles is a genius. and he’s playing coldplay.
oh my god.
i know i have a reason to be alive. i have a blog.
– carles, from the popular web blog hipster runoff
I have a spare copy of a two-disc mix-tape sitting on the table next to me that was going to be mailed out to someone but wasn’t as I didn’t get their address and I would really like to get rid of it. So, if you want a free mix-tape, email me your address and I’ll send it your way as it’s really getting on my nerves just sitting next to me.
My little sister is trying to...
Fear of the text messages that have accumulated is preventing me from turning my cell phone back on.
spheric logic
Milk will remove ink. I made a shoulder bag in Home Economics in Grade Eight and inside of it my pen leaked. I soaked the bag overnight in a bowl of the white stuff and in the morning it smelt awful but the stain was gone. Bodily fluids can erase all ink and other media forms. Vomit on your phone bills. Tears obscure television. Convenient I guess but I’m not even sad.
I’m feeling…...
train of thought
aesop rock’s float -> ‘i am not a crook’ -> richard nixon -> watergate -> project i did junior year for apush in which the entire display was a poster board size picture of the cover of deep throat
ground, minced lorazepam
It would appear that I am going to be scattered for some time. It’s difficult to make meaningful conversation, although strangely I feel a lot more real. It’s a Stanley Donwood kind of period: ALL PARTICIPATION IS A MYTH. agree I HAVE BEEN MANIPULATED AND PERMANENTLY DISTORTED. agree I WANT TO LOOK YOUNGER THAN MY FRIENDS SO I WILL FIGHT AGEING AS LONG AS I CAN. agree I FEEL A YAWNING...
brent: when i was younger i dreamed of love and fullfillment and happiness
brent: now i'm happy when cheetos are on sale
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for viewing in the immediate future
in alphabetical order
1. Angry Monk: Reflections on Tibet – Schaedler 2. Angst essen Seele auf – Fassbinder 3. Broken Flowers – Jarmusch 4. Continental, un film sans fusil – LaFleur 5. Die Fälscher - Ruzowitzky 6. Hanussen - Szabo 7. I comme Icare – Verneuil 8. Jag är nyfiken - en film i gult – Sjöman 9. Le scaphandre et le Papillion – Schnabel 10. Mephisto –...
what the fuck karagarga, stop being such a bitch. i need to download these movies.
yours truly learned how to drive a standard
and totally made that car my bitch.
time for my first solo mission driving stick. hooray!