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[Aug. 27th, 2006|11:41 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Karate - "The Bed Is In The Ocean" | ] |
I fear that actually keeping up with this journal thing won't happen the way I'd like it to. The little moments that I'd love to capture pass and then I get too hung up on the idea of a comprehensive update to just keep going. The past couple weeks have been eventful. A long overdue speeding ticket, Chuck Ragan shows, sleeping in my car, praying for frosty breath in cold weather (I'm fucking stupid, I know). I'm thinking about getting a second job... Maybe working 2 days a week at a gallery / frame shop. I could use the extra income, and it has also become clear that even working full time and "having a life" out here still leaves me with time that basically just gets wasted. Like now. Well, OK now isn't really a waste, but the 45 minutes I sat around my room before typing away at this, were definately wasted. Eh.
So the acustic Foo show is this Tuesday. Frank Black is opening, exciting. I'm still not sure if I'd rather go with my roommate Clay or the lady friend. It doesn't really matter so much to me... I'm just looking forward to seeing one more to remember. Ahh, sloshball next weekend up in San Fran. Not really looking forward to the drive, but I can't wait for the good time ahead, and getting the hell out of LA for a while. Speaking of that, I MUST go to Gainesville before mid-November. I'm putting this one on myself. I haven't seen the town since I slammed the back of my Uhaul shut, and that's just wrong.
Dodgers are still leading the NL West, and I got a couple tickets for a Sat night game against the Padres in mid-Sept... Right now the the Padres are only 2 games behind LA, so it might make for an exciting game, in a series that could clinch the Pennant for one of them. The only catch for me, is that the tickets are mine only because its "family fun night" (laughs under breath) at DVS, so a couple of my bosses will probably be sitting a couple rows down... At least a 16 oz. Bud-light is 8 bucks, so I know there is no chance "intoxication" will be a cause for any awkward moments. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2006|07:43 pm] |
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after spending a few minutes at espn.com i've realized that the Dodgers are actually only 2 games back in the wildcard spot for the National League... and they have a 7 game win-streak going... looks like the playoffs aren't out of reach by any stretch. put on your rally caps. |
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| perfect weather |
[Aug. 4th, 2006|04:29 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | something classical | ] |
I've decided to start using capital letters. I've resisted it for too long now. All lowercase just seems to mesh together and its finally bothering me.
So, the MLB trade deadline was earlier this week, and one trade in particular has me excited. Future Hall Of Fame pitcher Greg Maddoux was traded from the Chicago Cubs to the Dodgers! For those of you who don't know but are interested, Greg Maddoux is one of the best pitchers to ever play the game. Watching him work a batter is like watching a chess game, poker, and archery at the same time... He's always thinking 2 or 3 pitches ahead of whatever he's throwing at the moment and his understanding of the game is unbelievable. Of course, I also appreciate the guy because he's been part of the Atlanta Braves world champion team in the 90's. So... Now I have a good reason to request a night off work and hit up Dodger Stadium again before the season ends. In his first game as a Dodger last night, he pitched a no-hitter through 6 innings in huge Dodger win. Ok. Sadly, I don't think he'll be enough to actually get the Dodgers into the playoffs, but I doubt you'll see them have any more 11 game losing streaks like they had in July. Ok, enough.
This weekend is starting off on a great note today. I went and got some new shoes in this PERFECT weather this morning. Lunch has been catered for DVS today, saving me 8 bucks or so. Tomorrow night is going to be one to remember, seeing Chuck Ragan do a solo acoustic show at the Troubadour. In the past I have been lucky enough to see him play acoustic a few times, most notably at the Midtown Tavern in Orlando when he opened up for my old band Riverside (RIP). Honestly, I'm not sure if any Chuck show could measure up to that one, but tomorrows show will undoubtedly fill a big gap for me tomorrow. Speaking of concerts... DAMN, there are some good ones coming up. The Draft in september. Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers w/ The Strokes at the Hollywood Bowl in Sept. (I got amazing seats during the "pre-sale"), Foo Fighters acoustic show at Pantages later this month (also, AMAZING SEATS!)... Minus The Bear is coming through for the second time since I've been living out here, and The National is coming also (too bad they aren't opening up for JV again). At least there is plenty good music to look forward to in the next couple months and I have someone in my life at the moment that I share a real connection with. I must say that aside from missing countless things about Florida, I'm happy here. However, I STILL haven't found a dive-bar that I'd like to call home. Hopefully I'll discover one soon, I need a watering hole.
Clay is off in San Diego this weekend so the mandatory Friday night drinkathon isn't in effect this week. This makes me happy. Breaks are good sometimes. Ok well... Things are picking up here at work so I'm going to get back to it. |
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| i live in north hollywood CA now. shit. |
[Jul. 28th, 2006|04:32 pm] |
"we stand in amazement of motion in world that is constantly revolving." yes, sometimes we do mr. tom gabel, we certainly do. i can't believe i remembered my password to this thing, 'im lying, i'm not thhaaaattt surprised... i'm going to start writing here again. i'm almost certain all my old livejournal pals have abandoned theirs as well. well... ok, many of you have but some are keeping it alive. crazy thing is that theres a good chance nobody will read this... somehow. that is comforting at the moment, actually. hum. ah, well, beer on an empty stomach, and its friday afternoon. hip hip.
the past two months have been pretty incredible despite a few things that seem hugely insignificant right now. the AC is back on after 6 days and nights of so-cal-record-breaking heat. i've been sleeping downstairs with the open windows and three fans strategically placed around my body. just finding the fans was a nightmare, AC techs are booked 2 weeks in advance right now. i was originally planning on being in San Fran this weekend, but i'm sticking around LA... soon enough... soon enough... and it'll be better, oh yes. this weekend has me pretty tweaked though. possibilities are everywhere when you punch a goddamn time card 10 times a week. its times like this that i'm actually THANKFUL that i'm not a work-yourself-to-the-bone entrepreneur or something... bringing my work home with me and all that jazz. i'm finding my place, i suppose. not in the career field (although, that one is moving along at a slow/steady bayou-barge-like pace), but here, where i live. finally. after 3 or 4 months, things are clicking in all areas of life. of course this will change, and then back, and forth... the ebb and flow, the blah, the beauty... but this is a high-point and it must be documented. Possibilities. oh God, you are a silly bastard... but i love you. some days... oh wait, if there is an "obvious presence of love" more than half of the days, am i going to heaven? well, i've got work to do. i need more days like this. clearly. |
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| going to LA tomorrow, let the apartment hunt begin |
[Jan. 27th, 2006|02:32 am] |
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so i know i don't update this thing ever... for a few reasons, but in the past month or so i've been hooked on myspace.com and its been finding old friends and such, more interactive i guess. i just thought i'd post something for anyone who may care to find me on myspace. i'll probably still use this once in a while just because it has some history i guess, but anyhow. if anyone wants to find me www.myspace.com/moleculesofyou |
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| my psychedelic afternoon |
[Dec. 8th, 2005|02:53 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | miles davies - some kind of blue | ] |
elena,
this afternoon i had the most vivid dream i've had in many years, possibly ever. everything was as real as a dream has ever been for me. colors clear, smells present, sounds of all frequencies... in an effort to not forget what happened in my dream i wrote out whatever pieces and details i could remember, kinda freeform. i'm sending this email to myself also so i'll have it. just thought i'd send it along to mix it up. don't bother reading it unless you're just really bored, any analysis you feel like sharing is welcome. anyway...
4:15pm - fall asleep on couch
i float downward into a warm, humid, green landscape with slate gray skies. there are no hills to speak of and buildings are futuristic looking, well spaced out and everything seems very clean... when i reach the ground i'm near and elevated highway on the outskirts town. the road runs straight, is lifted up on posts about 80 feet and doesn't appear to be elevated for any reason. its not above anything but the green warm soft grass. all travelers seem to use this elevated road.
local travel on the roads below is very minimal and goes pretty much unnoticed by me. the movement above creates the noise floor. the ground is pretty flat and buildings are relatively small and well spaced out. i sit under the bridge for a while picking up the feel of this new place. the air is mild and feels friendly, boredom sets in and i see a group of people in the distance under a blue tent, memories are fragmented here, but i remember that they were "camping" and appeared to have been camping in that spot for at least a week. they wore proper camping wear and their tent was new. they really had that, "we're camping spirit", and offered food and drink. i wasn't hungry, memories unclear... the still air becomes a strong breeze and excitement picks up... the wind gets stronger still and the campers fear that their tent is going to get blown away and they agree to do whatever it takes to keep it anchored. we all hold on as the wind continues to pick up until finally it's ripped from our hands... soon after, the sky is calm once again.. they say thanks and start to rebuild their campsite as if they've done it many times, dividing tasks and working efficiently, quietly...
i decide to walk on. i move parallel to the elevated road, but not under it. the world is strange but seems unthreatening. as i'm walking on one of the local roads magically i look down and have on rollerblades. i see other skaters in the distance, they look like they're having fun skating under the highway and have set up a makeshift obstacle course. as i get closer i realize there are ramps and rails set up in an elaborate layout. my skates are the exact skates i used to own, same model, set up the same wheels and even stickers. everyone is able to skate fast and nobody seems to fall. i skate with them and the fun is real. conversation is minimal. i take a short break and i end up having a conversation with someone, i don't really remember them, but they ask about me, general things. somehow he/she tells me they can bring me to a softball game and that they need an extra player.
we appear in this persons car traveling on the highway. we travel for what feels like 20 minutes, and pull off and arrive at a ballpark with bleachers that hold roughly 300 people, the bleachers are full of people, some random familiar faces but none i can recall. i change in the locker room and approach the coach who happens to be my high school swim team coach... sunglasses, hat, and all. he seems puzzled that i have showed up for the game because this particular game was for ages 10-12. says he'd love to let me play, but it just wouldn't be right, and the fans would be upset.. of course i realize this and i'm just glad he was nice but puzzled to see him. i change back into my clothes and find a couple of small diaphragm condenser mic's in my locker. they are not ones i've ever seen before and i'm sure to take them with me when i leave.
i walk under the highway, back in the direction of where i landed. travel a bit, then, above me i notice a kind of strange weather balloon/blimp object. it is colorful on the gray sky background and has tiny rockets that make it move quickly. it darts around and proceeds to fly around the elevated highway, zipping between lanes. cars swerve and maneuver to get out of its way. i notice a large round man several hundred feet away with a remote control. he's scruffy looking and really amusing himself with the balloon’s stunts. he spots me and quickly approaches and seems threatening. he controls the craft to our level and it hovers 30 feet away. the first thing he does is ask me if i'd like to buy his rocket balloon/blimp and he asks how much money i have. i then realize that i have a wallet and so i take a look... i have ninety dollars (a fifty and 2 twenties). i tell him i only have 40 dollars and that i'm saving it. the fat old man tells me that 40 is not enough but goes on to show me how his remote control balloon can transform itself into many different large scale things like trucks, boulders, etc... either the balloon is magical, or the scruffy man has some kind of powers. he still seems threatening and flys the object fast and very close to me. i move away quickly and he goes back to messing with the traffic above. i continue in the direction of where i had landed, traveling for a while.
i calm down and there is no activity around. i hear someone who is upset sitting under the highway leaning against one of the large posts. she is wearing a light colored shirt and sunglasses. she has light hair that seems to have a mix of every shade between blonde and light brown including reds, strawberries, etc. her skin is light and smooth and i'm drawn to her. she is sniffling yet seems to be very calm looking into the distance. she doesn't mind that i've spotted her and i approach, take a seat, and ask whats upsetting her. she goes on to explain her disappointment with recent experiences. how people can aim at each others vulnerabilities, etc. i listen and conversation continues, we seem to already know each other from somewhere and i ask to see her eyes. she is hesitant to show me because she’s afraid i'll see injuries from a recent fight. i notice no black eye that i can see and go to remove her glasses, she lets me. i see the most amazing eyes i've ever seen, a memory that will be impossible to forget. i'll do my best to try and explain... they had a collage of soft earth tone colors in small spots in the iris. there was a depth of totally clear space between the spots of hazel, brown, green, grey, and tiny blue/green accents. she had no pupils, but looking at her didn't feel strange. somehow we could transmit unspeakable things through our eyes in great volumes, simultaneously, syncronized.. and our hands met, fingers intertwined and felt great energy move between us, we talked about the movement with our eyes and we froze with a joy too great for a physical outlet. time freezes.
7:46 pm - i wake up and remain motionless burning the imagine and the feeling that had pulled me from my dream into my memory.
---- crazy? yeah, i know. i hope if nothing else, maybe its not a terrible read.
-kevin |
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[Aug. 25th, 2005|04:20 am] |
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I'll dust this journal off with an update soon, probably a long ramblin' one. I live in Arizona. Thats all for now. |
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| flared his throat |
[Mar. 10th, 2005|09:46 am] |
| [ | music |
| | MJ "thriller" LP | ] |
a kettledrum would make a good war drum, monkeywrench beating.
no green
scene tea is for denial.
2500 dollars on a possibility
a memory, cleaned up
overproduced, here we go
oh no
suck on my bitterness in the sweetest of ways.
all is well |
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[Dec. 13th, 2004|12:02 am] |
mop mop mop
1/3 of keg #3 didn't get consumed but the cops ended the party at a good point. for anyone who came wanting to see a really drunk/sloppy "about a girl" that most kareoke bars would banish, you're welcome. that was fun and a shell was broken. lets celebrate by scrubbing the tub.
*** first Gunslinger show
January 22, 9:00 PM / BackBooth, orl.
$5, 5 bands / $1 PBR till midnight
taking jack in for x-rays tomorrow morning, crossing my fingers. |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2004|12:27 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thirsty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | go get your own. | ] |
one tuck and a roll
playing this sat. w/ On Cassette and kyle's new band. should be fun, we're borrowing On Cassette's P.A. so at lease we'll hear the vocals this time. but no, i'm actually more happy about it than it seems here, now. I thank whatever god is responsible for the Nirvana box set. kinkity clank biz-za bank. refrence code manual no. 4 |
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| bring your earplugs |
[Oct. 28th, 2004|11:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | productive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rumbleseat - shit house rat | ] |
a drink in celebration of a 3 day weekend and 70 bands to take in at 'the fest'. 3 days of roaming from venue to venue at my leisure and more independent music than one can possibly absorb. right now i'm trying to come up with a flyer design for some shameless self promotion of my recording services... i'm almost done with Modern Day Arcade's recording and i'm starting 4 day work weeks for a little while to see where more time for music takes me.
random list of things i want to do:
1. lie on my back on a clear/cool day under and oak tree
2. go to a batting cage
3. write new stuff w/ guy
4. drink a mimosa
5. start a fire in my back yard
6. drink a beam and coke next to the fire.
7. cuddle
8. jog a little
9. learn how to play harmonica and guitar simultaneously (slide guitar would be nice)
10. surge into the new year
11. make a rack for my LP's
in the past couple weeks i've been realizing alot about myself over the last 2 years. Alot of things that make me feel good about the present. sometimes growth can seem to happen when you're not looking and by the time you notice you end up feeling like the introspective/analytical part of your brain can't be earning more than a C-. htebezile eb thgir. esaelp. |
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| autopilot in percentages. |
[Oct. 7th, 2004|11:32 pm] |
this is where i stop thinking about what i'm going to say in my first journal update in what feels like forever and just start typing. the last months have been a crazy mixture of heavy and light. emotional chaos and discovery/growth, plenty of nights of wild drinking and fun, a couple of painful morning-afters, screaming at the sky, poker, power outtages, more poker, blues-rock, getting my fingers working again on the geeetar, generally not giving a fuck, cool/breezy/inpirational/reaching nights in SF that won't be forgotten, itchy cheeks, the new HWM album, avoiding personal moments of weakness, racing from gville to orlando and back again doing what i love without someone to love, cleaning my room (really fucking well, too), recording Modern Day Arcade's EP, watching the compass needle spin round and round knowing all the while that the wicked witch was the the one from the west. anyone still reading? whatever.
right now i'm drinking a quart of icehouse, the only decent domestic brew, listening to leatherface's version of "true colors" with a nice buzz, my insides are at rest and my fingers are moving in slow motion. i finished up at SFCC with the last stupid computer test and i'll get my diploma in a a few months. at some point in the future i'll be moving to Arizona to go to the Conservatory of the Recording Arts for their 8 month program, but i really don't know when. a guess right now would be late winter, but who knows, it could be anytime. for the first time in a long time i don't have any real obligations except the rent and utility bills at the end of each month along with personal obligations of different sorts. i'm playing music again and my current band is still without a name after our first show... i think we still need to find ourselves musically, or at least a central identity, we're all over the place but my crystal ball shows good times ahead. we'll be recording some of our stuff when i finish up the Modern Day Arcade CD... working with those guys has been fun, and the finished product (as usual) will sound alot better than anything else i've recorded in the past (pat on the back).
my boss for the past 2 years and real friend, Hector, left the Creative Workshop and opened up his own frame shop/gallery and i really miss working with him. the atmosphere at my shop now just doesn't compare, it feels alot more like "work". i try not to let it really effect me though, punching a clock is what buys my time right now. well, at least i've started using this thing again. i'm sure i'll fill in the gaps with time. hello. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2004|11:35 pm] |
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i'm alive and will update soon. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2004|12:34 am] |
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yay for sleeping in tomorrow... schools done for the most part, some paperwork in the office must be done for me to get the piece of paper and i have one more final, but thursday still seems to sit out in the distance. i'm at a loss right now... i need sleep. goodnight. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 18th, 2004|02:15 am] |
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| | my heart pounding from coffee | ] |
John,
When i was in the 3rd grade i found Nirvana's "Nevermind" in my mom's office. To this day i'm not sure what it was doing in alphabetical order behind Miami Sound Machine. I spent countless hours after my parents put me to bed listening to it over and over through headphones. The song "something in the way" would put me to sleep and eventually the "hidden track" would give me a wonderful scare... It was those nights when sound became magic for me.
Now i find myself at a crossroads that i just don't have an adjective for. Since the age of 16 recording music has been my hobby, slowly growing over time. Three years ago it turned into my passion as i was knee deep in college and finding out what life is for myself. In two weeks i'll get a political science degree and all i've thought about over the past year is how to get into the recording arts. I've looked into schools, but they all seem to offer a broad, basic, and watered down knowledge of everything from how to record audio for films, to Pro Tools applications. With a price tag of around 30-40 thousand dollars and the fact that i already understand much of what they'll teach me, i'm left searching.
To be honest, i can think of no better learning and life experience than that which would come from working for the engineers @ Tiny Telephone. I understand the feeling of hesitation when deciding whether or not to let someone become a part of a dream you've created. I wish i knew how to wash away any concerns you may have. However, all i can do is tell you what i would bring to San Francisco. My desire to learn and be a part of something special, my kindness, patience, respect for professionalism, and appreciation for the people around me. I know how to stay out of the way and i don't mind taking lunch orders and cleaning. Being involved with a true studio environment would have benefits beyond anything i'd get in a classroom. I don't know if you've ever taken an intern but you wouldn't regret this decision. Rather than spending 35K on a year of recording school it would be an honor if i could scrub floors and shine the toilet at Tiny Telephone, to have me around for a while.
Regardless of where this offer leads me i'll continue to persue the world of record with a passion. I understand if this isn't an option, but if i don't pursue this... I'll always wonder.
All my best and nothing but love.
-Kevin
memories from his response:
hey, i really appreciate the letter... well.. i don't really take on interns... i'm interested in people, not money. so keep your money because you'll need it to live in san francisco... cant promise anything for sure, but i'm going to try to get you out there. call me when i'm back home from tour and we'll work out details.
--- so i guess if any of you have read this far, you know. i'll be leaving florida in a couple months if everything works out. i don't really have words to describe all the feelings i have at one time right now. i have never felt like i was on the road i've been eying for far too long until now, and i couldn't imagine feeling better about that. i really could have never dreamt this on a warm summer night and woken up to believe it, but every morning when i wake up its true. Check out the studio's website if you feel inclined... www.tinytelephone.com ...i'll be working with talented people in a really creative environment and i suddenly feel totally at peace with everything that has happened to me in my life thus far to bring me here, no exceptions.
the pain of leaving will certainly leave an aftertaste and a feeling of emptiness for all of the people i care about here. you are all a part of me and i want you to know it. i'm done for tonight.
hey, i'm selling stuff on ebay to raise funds for whatever, you guys should go bid, i won't charge you shipping. its all extra vinyl records i've had for a while, and i'm broke.
<http://cgi6.ebay.com/ws/ebayisapi.dll?viewsellersotheritems&userid=rubbersoul82&include=0&since=-1&sort=3&rows=50> |
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[Jun. 8th, 2004|12:26 am] |
the full sail option is out, its not for me. my now the list is as follows...
1. intern @ tiny telephone in SF
2. intern @ sky lab in GV
3/4. Valencia's audio program + getting my own set up or try for intern at Goldentone in GV
now exploring options. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 4th, 2004|11:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | mountain goats-"jam eater blues" | ] |
my eyes feel extra sunken right now. can u imagine.?. yay for haircuts tomorrow. yay for tomorrow, and then the next day, but maybe not monday... no lets not yay just yet. |
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[May. 27th, 2004|08:46 pm] |
ok, been a while since i've updated... yeah, i've been busy. just finished recording NB and we're mixing down again either tomorrow night or early next week. if any of you peeps want to hear a "rough, but not too rough" mix of the stuff i've been recording here's the url:
http://www.hxcmp3.com/bands/104/
the first 2 songs are ones i recorded, the others below it are songs from their demo a year ago. outside of that i'm trying to finish out my last semester strong and figure out what to do w/ my life for the next year or so. decisions must be made soon and i have a ton of stuff to do right alongside all that crazyness. emily leaves on tuesday. i won't see her for a long time and she will be missed but hopefully it'll give me a little more time to plot my course. i've also told myself i'd see the godfather and scarface soon... because i feel like an outsider for having never seen those movies, and it's finally starting to get to me. |
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| goodbye andy |
[May. 17th, 2004|09:07 pm] |
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i had to pick out some new stamps today at the post office... i ended up w/ some blue storks or something. have you ever noticed that stamps are almost always cheezy, or some kind of nationalism booster? nobody complains because in Bush's america you'll be called 'anti-american' and some of us just don't have the time. bah humbug. i've been spoiled in the the past couple months with the andy warhol stamps that were issued a little while back. i think i'm gonna hold on to the last one for an important letter that calls for more than a blue stork. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 12th, 2004|01:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | complicated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | archers of loaf - dead red eyes (in my head) | ] |
arrrrgggg, get me out of this class right now, i'm just like, ummm, so totally not in the mood for this right now. on a completely unrelated note... i just don't understand some people, some times. |
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