welcome to the dollhouse

i swear i just saw a commercial with Kurt Vonnegut in it. it was great (promotion of commerce aside)! it was fantastic! Here's more or less what he said (though it's much better coming from him):

write a six-line poem.
and then...
throw it away.
you will feel wonderful
just because you created something
(not because of the thing itself).

damn straight.

everything is not lost

go irish!

well, i don't really want to jinx myself but i'm starting to get in a pattern in the kitchen. getting a little creative (i.e. - cooking more than just spagetti). and finally cleared out all those dishes. as the one year anniversary of my independence quickly approaches, it's hard to see if i've really gotten all that much figured out.

my car's making ominous noises. which, of course, this timing is right on track to leave me lifeless. next month i have to get it inspection month. i can't imagine what this going to cost. time to do something.

escape is only way out

the subconscious art of graffiti removal

all set. looks like i even managed to keep all of your wonderful comments too!
now time to do dishes. once and for all!

tomorrow: the laundry (if i find enough quarters)

when 24 turned 25
i heard you tried to take your life
why... you don't really know

Spokane

i think my dream-life is making more sense than my waking (life). forced myself to drive down to pittsburgh for a showing of short films that received awards at the Ann Arbor film festival. this was the first time, since being back from my summer travels, that i've been down to the glorious city. that's just how lazy i've been. you really couldn't stop from getting down there for a bit of a stroll and an independent flick. i actually had to blow people off for this thing, which sounds bad, but i made up my mind to go before they asked. Anyway, it was quite enjoyable, at times a bit tedious (there was about 4 hours of shorts in all), but mostly, after it was done, i just felt lonely and disstatisfied with life. just being around people that would go to something like that caused me to break free of my contentment and actually feel again. and my heart started to bleed. so i ran home, as usual. my the time i arrived, the wounds had healed and i could feel no more.

for now i am content again.

o5