Friday, January 20, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
While in my mom's womb I listened to quite a bit of Bob Seger:
And then throughout my childhood, he never really went away.
In elementary school I went through a "country phase" that lasted just one year BUT it was quite the impactful year.
And then, I went through a heavy metal phase in high school, duh.
And now there is now.
Minus the heels. I'd like to find me someone who wants to pay my rent and my student loan debt. I think I can do this!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sometimes I think I may be too open with people. I think this blog may be a perfect example of this problem. Why I feel the need to say everything I'm thinking; or tell people I just met the entire truth of my past relationships I have no idea. A part of me is like, they should know everything so they don't think I'm a liar or secretive or something. But maybe they don't need to know everything all at once. Which is sort of my problem. I like everyone to know everything. I can't keep secrets about myself, though I'm really good at keeping other people's secrets.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
A couple of weeks ago my friend read my tarot cards. My immediate-future card said that there would be much death.
All my plants died.
I wrecked my car.
I had my period.
And today I basically lost my job.
So, death much, yes.
Very much yes.
I can hear my mother an entire state away, sighing, “I told you so.”
And I can hear my roommate, 15 blocks away at her real-life-paying-job, groaning, “gggrreeaatt.”
But. Dear Friends and Family.
I have no fear.
It will all become clear. Soon enough. My future-future card looks BRIGHT!!! And my horoscope said that this year I’d become famous—which would only be like a year off from the time prediction that the Native-American-Meth-Head woman gave me in Hays five years ago right before Virgin and the Bandits played.
Yeah, so I just have to believe.
And probably put some effort into life.
Actually. I was thinking the other day that I need to learn how to read tarot cards now that I inherited a deck from my friend . . . perhaps I can start charging for that. I don’t know if I could make $500 a month doing it, but maybe enough to keep me in beer. . .
Also. I’ve been thinking about all of us who have degrees in the “arts” and how most of us are unemployed or underemployed or shitty-employed and how most of our days are spent wanking off in one way or the other—whether it’s wasting our time applying to jobs we don’t really want while streaming Netflix tv shows, or waiting tables to have enough money for rent and beer but little else—we are wanking wankers. And what we need to be is creators. We need to unite and make something together. Even if it’s low-budget (because it has to be). At least it would be better than mediocrity. We’d feel accomplished. We’d feel that even though we’re not quite fitting into mainstream capitalist culture at least we’re fitting in the way of feeling productive. Think about it; if everyone who wasn't really doing much actually did something...wwwoooaahhh!! crazy time.
I’m currently accepting applications for others to join me in this endeavor. And by applications, I mean, tell me you’re in.
To new, new, beginnings!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
(I've been crying to this song since 1997, here's to another year and another layer of meaning!)
Sunday, January 1, 2012
1) Has anyone else noticed at parties or bars or shows that a lot of guys go to the bathroom a ridiculous amount of times in a night? Once I was hanging out with this guy and I swear he went to the bathroom like 8 times in the course of two bands playing. Not only that but they spend a lot of time in there too. What are you guys doing? I am so curious.