captainoblivious

Can anyone take a halfway-reasoned guess as to why someone would try to steal a 1995 Jeep Cherokee with 211,893 miles on it? Because all I have is that my would-be car thief just saw it sitting there and thought it would be easy pickings.

Finally, I have friends that are halfway reliable to hang out with!

And who, you might ask?

None other than the lovely, wonderful, and talented Mantis and her boyfriend! (Hey. I sang your collective praises. Pierce something for me. Of course I don't mean free.)

After they got their first two carloads of furniture up, I had them over for sandwiches and a few songs...
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Um, I think I'm about to have company of the extended persuasion. I need to clean my house before the week is up...

SXSW is about to start, and I have $40 to my name. So suffice to say I'm sticking mainly to free shows if I do anything at all this week. ^_^()

I do so many interesting things in altered states. It goes totally beyond drunk dialing, too. You should ask me about Super Stoner sometime. It's really entertaining.

Fuck being sick on your birthday.

That is all.

Actually, I'll probably be good enough to go work a half day tomorrow, but any semblance of partying will have to wait. At least I have a bunch of checks in the mail.

Blockhead with DJ Signify.
Black Moth Super Rainbow.
Aesop Rock with Rob Sonic and DJ Big Wiz.

Last night was fucking fantastic. Block is a hell of a producer, and I had to fight the urge to move my funkless white ass (my anti-groove thang, as it were) on the floor for fear of utter embarassment. Pennsylvania's BMSR tore it up so hard, even with...
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Nothing to say, really. How are you doing today?

Didn't mean to go out so abruptly, but then again, I thought I would be able to move with plenty of time to spare and continuous Internet service. This did not happen.

(It was damned hard to cancel the account, too. The button disappeared.)

I'll probably come back when I get everything in line, but for now, I'm basically cutting every last expense I have...
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Unemployed. Broke. Kind of in debt.

But tonight, I turn 21, and that's all that matters.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to get smashed and smash things.