Memorial Day Weekend + Gloomy Weather = Desire for coffee and classic movies. A simple equation.
I wonder if there are any meds that can, um, tone down the temper (and sadness) a lot, without too many side effects? Like a daily thing. I think the time has come to try it. I get riled waaay too easily. I wish it weren't true, but I must admit it is. Fuck, my dad was a scary dude, my grandpa was a scary dude; and by all accounts and evidence, I seem to be a scary dude. Unlike them, however, I am not an alcoholic, which is saying something, considering how ofen I feel the above emotions (and considering how much time I spend alone-- the two matters are not unrelated). I'm not looking for a panacea, just a lil' help. Damn it.
I mean, I plan on hiking like crazy this summer, and eating a lot of healthy food, which will make things better. I just wonder if it's enough. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Some o' youse other peoples must be a little wacko, too, right? (Usually my favorite people are on meds. Not sure what that means.
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I hate my chemistry some times.
I mean, I plan on hiking like crazy this summer, and eating a lot of healthy food, which will make things better. I just wonder if it's enough. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Some o' youse other peoples must be a little wacko, too, right? (Usually my favorite people are on meds. Not sure what that means.
)I hate my chemistry some times.
Anybody else notice all the short-haired blondes dominating SG right now? Is this some kind of sociological experiment?
You have to love Facebook. Just checked my page and found that two ex-crushes (one serious, one not so) just got engaged. Their announcements were about two inches apart on the page.
My official response to that is going to be: getting drunk and watching "G.G. Allin: Live and Pissed". Who needs domesticity?
Whatever.
My official response to that is going to be: getting drunk and watching "G.G. Allin: Live and Pissed". Who needs domesticity?
Whatever.
Friday night: Kale boiling, Kevin Smith Smodcast going, perusing SG. It's not Studio 54 ca. 1978; but hell, it's a Friday.
Friday the 13TH!!!!!
(Hopefully that last part scared you.)
Friday the 13TH!!!!!
(Hopefully that last part scared you.)
You ever get poison oak? How long does it last?
I have it (from hiking last weekend), in a weird w-shape on my right shin. It's very vivid and nasty-looking, but hardly bothers me at all. I wonder if I'll have a w-scar.
In other news, I actually wrote to someone on a dating site. First time ever for me. She seemed witty and imaginative, so it'd be nice if something came of that. I'm fucking tired of thinking about the ex, I need a new Dark Lady in my mind (shout out to all my Shakespeare homies, yo).
I have it (from hiking last weekend), in a weird w-shape on my right shin. It's very vivid and nasty-looking, but hardly bothers me at all. I wonder if I'll have a w-scar.
In other news, I actually wrote to someone on a dating site. First time ever for me. She seemed witty and imaginative, so it'd be nice if something came of that. I'm fucking tired of thinking about the ex, I need a new Dark Lady in my mind (shout out to all my Shakespeare homies, yo).
I have to admit, I didn't think today would be so hard. Been just over a year since I lost my mom, and even though I think I'm adjusted pretty well to not having her around, sometimes it just sneaks up on me. I guess it shouldn't surprise me; but I don't always understand my own emotions.
Maybe it'd be different if I had a wife who was a mother. I don't know. But I'm going to wish my sisters a happy Mom's Day, for sure. There's nothing much better in the world than a loving mom.
Which reminds me: if anyone reading this is a mom, big ups and big hugs your way.
Maybe it'd be different if I had a wife who was a mother. I don't know. But I'm going to wish my sisters a happy Mom's Day, for sure. There's nothing much better in the world than a loving mom.
Which reminds me: if anyone reading this is a mom, big ups and big hugs your way.
Currently making a comp for a friend's birthday, and this shit's turning epic. It always does. I love making music comps for other people, and every time I do I end up getting really into it, being a perfectionist and whatnot. This one is ending up mellow and uplifting, which is shocking (you never know what direction a comp will take, I guess), and has lots of GG Allin bits and references in it. If you know who he is, that may come as a surprise, but I'm pulling it off. I'm going to finish it off with "Scumfuc [sic] Tradition" (live in Texas, natch), and "The Night GG Allin Came to Town" by the Drive-By Truckers, a band I'm coming to like more and more.
Stay real and stay alive this weekend, everyone.
Stay real and stay alive this weekend, everyone.
Allergies, I will destroy you! You and your little friends, "grass" and "wind" and "Spring". Beware my ...ACH-OOO!!!... wrath.
[Goes off to get box of tissues, sniffling.]
[Goes off to get box of tissues, sniffling.]
So I went to see Jello Biafra last night, and in true punk rock fashion, he was super late, so I ended up going down the street to a pub, fiddling with my Blackberry and watching the Giants lose. (Positive note: I actually posted on Twitter, which I rarely do, unless I'm bored gormless.)
I went back to the show, still no Jello; but there is a 3-piece gloom rock band making as much noise as they possibly can (think of Sunn (((O, with a girl on keyboards). Not bad. Then I think, "Fuck this, I ain't waiting for Jello" and yes, my inner voice is apparently 15. So I went home and watched "Zoo", a documentary about bestiality. Livin la vida loca.
Whenever I go to lil' concerts like this, I often think, "I must be the oldest, oddest person here"; and then someone always proves me wrong. This time, I was bobbing my head to the gloomy riffs along with all the teens and twenty-somethings; I looked up, and what appeared to be a white-haired hippy was pearing down from an alcove I'd never seen in this club before, with a full-on white beard, thick dark glasses, and an intent expression on his face. In retrospect, he may have been a ghost, or some kind of god.
Never saw Jello, don't even know if he showed up. But his t-shirt stand did. So there you go, kids.
I went back to the show, still no Jello; but there is a 3-piece gloom rock band making as much noise as they possibly can (think of Sunn (((O, with a girl on keyboards). Not bad. Then I think, "Fuck this, I ain't waiting for Jello" and yes, my inner voice is apparently 15. So I went home and watched "Zoo", a documentary about bestiality. Livin la vida loca.
Whenever I go to lil' concerts like this, I often think, "I must be the oldest, oddest person here"; and then someone always proves me wrong. This time, I was bobbing my head to the gloomy riffs along with all the teens and twenty-somethings; I looked up, and what appeared to be a white-haired hippy was pearing down from an alcove I'd never seen in this club before, with a full-on white beard, thick dark glasses, and an intent expression on his face. In retrospect, he may have been a ghost, or some kind of god.
Never saw Jello, don't even know if he showed up. But his t-shirt stand did. So there you go, kids.
