i barely write here anyways, and the more time between entries, the more apprehensive i become about writing here at all. life is work and friends and nick and stuff still. we watched mais ne nous delivrez pas du mal before going to slater's birthday on saturday. i think about 1.5 of the rape scenes were unnecessary, but it was pretty rad. there were no rape scenes or black masses at slater's, so i stayed for less than two hours and didn't drink at all, (i've been sick,) just smoked in the car and played beer-p__g with vicki. i blame myself. i called out of castle and i think last night i had fever dreams. today i'll probably end up finishing warrum lauft herr r. amok? and cleaning my room. awful grandma.
i finally ordered 'belafonte live at carnegie hall'.

i'm freaking out. i want new sneakers. what else is new?
*i need a haircut, but i don't know what to do with it:

i am almost halfway done with 'against the day'. the chums of chance remind me of those faggy h.s. tuke paintings, just aeronatical, or under-sand.

i dunno. i really love ole' tommy p., and i can't wait to finish it, but it's so unnecessary hulking. and i've read reviews that discuss how the traverse story line is the only one with a resolved plot, and the one that dictates most of the book, but it's my least favorite out of all the group sets. shout it out, steampunk.
speaking of chums, i ordered these beefcake photocards that ran in 'physique pictorial' and i'm getting all antsy for them to arrive. i need a lamp projector though, i'f i'm going to use them for tracing/bedazzling.

for what it's worth, i'm pretty into tom brady, and my holographic tom brady poster. i just wish he'd been around thirty years earlier and met bob mizer.

same goes for roger harren, scratch the timing thing though, he was just right.

now you're talking.