alone star


As I write this, I am lying in my bed stripped down to my underwear, drinking a beer, with my droopy-faced hound dog's head draped over my leg. If I were also simultaneously playing a video game and watching porn, I would officially be at the pinnacle of bachelordom.

re/capitulate

I gave up reading and writing and nearly every other form of mental nourishment for a steady diet of television news and am talk radio. So it shouldn't surprise me but it does. Never before in my life did I think my vocabulary would ever be so constricted. Never did I once suspect that at a newly minted 24, I'd have lost my ability to pick ten dollar words out of a line up. 64 rounds of Boggle and not a single win. I'm not a man, I'm a carapace.

harmonicaphone

I've got a new place with a new roommate. The office is moving to a building down the street from my apartment. Stars are aligning, things are moving. Lately the internet = work, so when I'm home, I've been sticking to less techilogical pursuits. I've started a mail/art zine with a potentially awesome collaborative project that is already under way. I've given up on some old ideas and am, as always, working on some new ones. Sadly I never did get my salon off the ground... maybe some day soon I can organize that. My love life has reached a pleasant equilibrium with tinges of both bliss and utter frustration. I hope to see both a dentist and a psychiatrist soon, although most desirable would be a dentist who could listen to me talk about my problems and still understand despite the array of mideval impliments filling my mouth.