| Um, that's pretty metal. |
[Feb. 2nd, 2010 x 09:48 am] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees | ] |
In an act of ultimate self-sacrifice, millions of human cells commit suicide every day, making your life better by their death. |
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| Nothing's gonna change my world |
[Feb. 1st, 2010 x 10:56 am] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | Pixies - Bone Machine | ] |
Our world is gonna change nothing.
I'm full of so much love right now. Or is it shit? Maybe both. I'm feeling rather optimistic and creative and happy lately.
I can do anything. We've been told that from the get go. You can do anything you set your mind to. Blah blah blah. At the time I was told this, it always went in one ear and then actually out the same ear. It had meant as much to me as "state budget," "annual percentage rate," "mortgage," "United Nations Security Council," and "algebra." You know, the age where you don't understand what the shit anything really means. You just want some goddamn crayons and you want to be assured that you're never going to die. You just want to be nice to everyone, hold hands and to be assured that your twin brother will resurrect himself if you pray hard enough! (It felt incredibly unfair, by the way, to be the one who survived. I asked how God knew which one to take. My mom said that maybe he would have turned out to be a bad person. That's bullshit, plenty of bad people ended up living long enough to really fuck shit up. Maybe he was already perfect, and I needed some work. Hahaha.)
Anyway, I can do anything. Whether or not I will succeed is as high up in the air as I wish I could be right now, as high up in the air as I will be later tonight. Not literally; I'm not going to be in an airplane or anything, but I feel like I ought to give my ambitions a fair shot at life. Enough shit talk, let's get down to the matter at hand: this coffee is amazing. One of our clients brought us some Israeli coffee. He asked how much sugar I wanted, I said none. I don't want to help the caffeine destroy me. That's part of what this is about. I know caffeine fucks me up, but I miss coffee so much that I'm trying to reinstate its position in the high council of dietary badasses. I will restore it to its rightful place and we will both wear crowns of laurel and glitter.
I want you, I want you, I want you. I think you know by now. I'll get to you somehow. Oh, this coffee is waking up. Oh boy. |
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| Ceci n'est pas une pipe |
[Jan. 29th, 2010 x 09:14 am] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | Built to Spill - Stop The Show | ] |
I'm a little bit upset right now. Looks like my paycheck bounced.
I know, right?
So now, I'm in a deficit of not only the amount that I've spent, but also of the overdraft fees incurred by each transaction. Adds up pretty quickly, five days after depositing the check. I'm upset. I'm gonna go start a commune called House of Herb in the far northeastern forests of Canada. If you want to come, just pitch in for gas. It'll be great.
Anyway, brighter stuff, brighter stuff... what good has... I've started yogging. You know, for healthy lungs and all. It's not as bad as I remember it (let us take this time to indulge in a bit of the nostalgia that is gym shorts). I just hate treadmills. Can't ever figure out a comfortable pace (and the scenery sucks). I would prefer to leave the pace up to my legs, and not up to my fingers pressing a + or - button. Machines. One machine governing another! I'd like to go running at Silver Lake or Griffith Park. Silver Lake reservoir is a bit closer than Griffith Park. I'm rambling now. I'm tired. I deserve another hour of sleep, right?
I've been in denial for a little while, saying that I've been content. Applied to the vast majority of aspects in my life, I am quite content. But -- and this is contrary to nearly every fiber of my pseudophilosophies -- I find I am restless with some convoluted form of ambition. Yes, I do possess something pretty damn near ambition. I was a little shocked to find it. A little dream I found in a pipe. Ceci n'est pas une pipe. |
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| Kill them with kindness and purr |
[Jan. 25th, 2010 x 07:26 pm] |
So Chauncey prances into the room and I immediately proceed to stare at him and flip him off. I maintain a steady gaze and salute as he slowly walks towards me. Then, as he approaches, he does his paypass nudge against my middle finger and rubs his head against my hand, purring like an idiot. Wow. That was a great lesson, Chauncey. That was some fucking Martin Luther King JUNIOR shit, there. I still hate you, Chauncey. |
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| new year’s eve |
[Dec. 31st, 2009 x 08:38 am] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | The Beatles - From Me To You | ] |
If New Year’s eve night wind blow SOUTH,
It betokeneth warmth and growth;
If WEST, much milk, and fish in the sea;
If NORTH, much cold, and storms there will be;
If EAST, the trees will bear much fruit;
If NORTH-EAST, flee it man & brute.
Nothing, really. How about you? Is it ever worth it? Blue moon tonight! |
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| You're my secret, I'll keep you forever |
[Dec. 28th, 2009 x 11:28 am] |
Let me preface this by saying this may have been the best Christmas I've ever had.
It was pretty shitty for the most part. I received a few injuries. I usually get sad around the holidays, and fuck me if this wasn't the saddest. I hate crying in front of people, but that's what I did. I really hate crying in front of people. I've been told that God doesn't give you anything you can't handle. Spiritual beliefs aside, I like to think I can handle anything that's thrown at me. I don't like to give up I don't like having to give up and I don't like to cry.
I take that back. Crying is definitely necessary. It's good for your emotional and physical health to cry, and so I like it. But I guess the emotional benefits are somewhat lessened when you're hating yourself for crying. It makes me tired. A good sort of tired. I remember the many nights when I'd be crying at night and my mom would come in and ask me what was wrong. My response was almost always either that I didn't want to die, or that I was afraid of impending natural disasters. Ridiculous. She would hug me and tell me that I was being ridiculous, and she would tell me not to worry. I would worry anyway. I used to have trouble sleeping because of all these ridiculous worries. I always thought, "How can I not worry?" yet in the end I would be comforted. I would stop crying, and I would fall asleep almost directly after. I felt like a child again this weekend, yet I've been comforted. |
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| winter solstice and my head hurts |
[Dec. 23rd, 2009 x 09:15 am] |
I'm 23 now.
ON FRIENDSHIP
In time of prosperity friends will be plenty;
In time of adversity one out of twenty.
I have some really good friends. I'm not enjoying this "come in early and leave late" work day, especially the day after my birthday. I'm not really that hungover; just a headache (I've had the blessing of the alcohol spirits these days), but if my boss wanted to give me a really nice birthday gift, two more hours of sleep would be so greatly appreciated.
I'm really tired. I don't know what to do for New Year's Eve, but I know what I want to do for New Year's Eve. |
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| to keep well |
[Dec. 12th, 2009 x 05:57 pm] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | Snake? SNAKE??! | ] |
Don’t sleep in a draught.
Don’t go to bed with cold feet.
Don’t stand over hot-air registers.
Don’t eat what you do not need, just to save it.
Don’t try to get cool too quickly after exercising.
Don’t sleep in a room without ventilation of some kind.
Don’t stuff a cold lest you should be next obliged to starve a fever.
Don’t sit in a damp or chilly room without a fire.
Don’t try to get along without flannel underclothing in winter.
— Mrs F. L. Gillette, The White House Cookbook, 1887
There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
George Sand (1804-76) |
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| I love my car |
[Dec. 4th, 2009 x 03:20 pm] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | ~our DJs are the shut uppiest~ | ] |
Somewhere between my favorite music from the speakers behind me, the fridge full of beer within arm's reach to my left (with one of those gravity-activated dispenser-type can-holding deals) and the bright pink keyboard in front of me (for real, my boss knows how to make a practical joke really work), I realize that I love my job.
( I love my pussy cat ) |
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| I spent the entire day where you earlier lay |
[Nov. 23rd, 2009 x 05:56 pm] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | Arctic Monkeys - Cornerstone | ] |
I really wish I had a better memory, as I can hardly remember a thing from last night. It's extremely frustrating. I was informed a few minutes ago that I came home very drunk and that I threw up a lot, and that there was blood? I don't remember. I'm so sick of not remembering. I usually wake up with a healthy dose of self-loathing, and it usually dissipates by the afternoon. Today, it still lingers now. I kinda want to die. There was no way I'd be able to make it to work, much less be at all productive. When I woke up again it was dark outside. Let's turn this around! You know what? Yeah! I don't like feeling like this, so I won't. I'm going to take a nice hot shower, grab a beer, grab my pipe and finish writing this song. Fuck it. Plus, I'm going to have an awesome dinner, I think. I hope. Actually, I think I will skip the beer. I should probably take a break from drinking.
Question: how do you go about finishing a song when you've got a different one stuck in your head? It's not that I don't want this song to be in my head, cos it's so great, but... it is distracting. Never mind, I think I can do it. |
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| I pretend like no one else to try to control myself |
[Nov. 20th, 2009 x 12:58 pm] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | Interpol - Not Even Jail | ] |
I saw Paul Banks last night. If any man can make me forget that I have a drink in my hand, it's him.
I wish my first time seeing him perform would have been with Interpol (I was, in fact, wishing it were Interpol the entire time), but this was still great. I was dying for them to play an Interpol song - any one of them. Any one of them, and I would have lost it. I don't think I'd ever been that excited at a show before. I think the closest was Mew. That was an excellent, excellent show. I don't think I was even this stoked when we saw Hyde (for some reason I remember the San Francisco show much more prominently than the House of Blues), and I was still way into L'Arc at that time. Maybe, again, because it wasn't L'Arc.
They covered the Pixies. Out of nowhere he sang, "The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful." They also played Horse With No Name with a distinctly Interpol flavor to it. Very interesting interpretation, laugh laugh laugh. Overall, the energy level left a lot to be Desired, but it didn't matter much to me; I finally got to see one of my idols perform. I wasn't prepared for the plaid, though, I'll admit. I'm going to spare any potential readers the rest of my thoughts on Paul Banks. I'm just gonna say that I had a great time last night. |
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| the Seven SinS of england |
[Nov. 17th, 2009 x 10:50 am] |
In May 2007, the British TV station Channel 4 aired an exploration of the “seven sins of England,” to analyze the roots and endurance of “historical chavvery.” These seven sins were:
BINGE DRINKING, SLAGGISHNESS, CONSUMERISM, HOOLIGANISM, VIOLENCE, RUDENESS, BIGOTRY.
Happiness is a warm puppy.
-Charles M. Schulz |
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| what else would you do? |
[Nov. 17th, 2009 x 10:46 am] |
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Oh, paranoia. Paranoia and grief. Paranoia and imagined grief. Paranoia and imagined grief and real pain. Paranoia and imagined grief and real pain and real relief. |
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| superb, exquisite, incredible |
[Nov. 15th, 2009 x 07:32 pm] |
lostjaven: Hey.
me: hello
lostjaven: How are you?
me: I am great.
so great.
how are you?
lostjaven: You're great?
Awesome.
I'm pretty fantastic.
me: spectacular.
lostjaven: Magnificent.
me: Fabulous.
lostjaven: Grandiose.
me: Excellent.
lostjaven: stupendous
me: Marvelous.
lostjaven: You had that shit ready to go, didn't you?
me: I can do this all night. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2009 x 12:08 pm] |
Seven things are absolutely necessary to maintain or restore health:
Fresh air; light; warmth; rest; cleanliness; and the correct selection and well-timed offering of food and drink.
The lack of only one of these requisites may hinder the exercise of a physician’s skill and bring to naught both good-will and wisdom. |
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| I wanted to save this for a rainy day but oh well |
[Nov. 14th, 2009 x 03:06 pm] |
| [ | Mr. Cat is |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | Ambush!! Ambush!! | ] |
Seven things necessary when the rain prevents us from pursuing our usual occupations:
A shelter, a purse, a stove, a cup of wine, preceded by a bit of meat, a tender maid, and a cloak. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 14th, 2009 x 02:47 pm] |
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How do you feel about road trips? I was even closer this week to being ready to just keep on driving when my exit approaches. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 9th, 2009 x 03:51 pm] |
| [ | Pretty noise |
| | The Apples In Stereo - Go | ] |
I'll make it easy for you: You are going to hate whatever it is you need to do to make money because you know you need to do it to make money.
This isn't to say that I hate my job, but in my head this applies to the act of chasing passions and turning them into careers. The grass always seems to be greener on the other side, maybe even edible, but then we get there and it's like "Who the fuck cares about this grass? I just want to listen to music. And I'm hungry. I can't eat this fucking grass."
Just so I don't seem like I'm whining, I'd like to say that I feel very, very blessed for this very, very easy job that makes it so much easier to live. I mean, I got a bonus today! And my dad's birthday is this weekend, so I think I'll use this bonus to get him a really nice wine.
Yes, I did manage to pull off "whine" and "wine" in the same paragraph! |
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