jordanimo

broke, broke, and broke. if there's one thing to say in favor of girlfriends, it's that they pay for lots of stuff. there has to be another way to make money.

gogol bordello tonight! ochen harasho!

we like the boroughs, old friends are better than new friends, and walruses are undersea puppydogs. where is the inheritance i was born to find?

going to nyc with the ex and the friend who crushes thereupon. plan on breaking free of social obligation and losing myself in the theme park that is that place. wish me luck

"love conquers all"
this is too often taken as a squishy platitude and not often enough as a warning. what else conquers all? corporate greed? heavy artillery? dorks playing doom? a steamroller? love is not something to be courted, like gainful employment, but something to be placated and watched closely like a big cat or a loaded shotgun.

new things:

direction
serenity
singlehood


that's right!

when the particular strippers that you and your friend have been eyeing come up and the same time and it's two for one in the back room, do you smile sheepishly and say no thanks? i should hope not, lunch money or no lunch money.

even a new set by quinne can't stop this ear infection/ impending alcoholism/ heartbreak. bonnie prince billy, johnny cash, and stephen merrit sing my soundtrack this week and I can't even muster a big manly whiskeytear. Pathos!

first time in a strip club last night. pure gold in cary. pretty heady, but then, pretty much what you might expect. gonna try to get a gang together for amateur night, tusdays.

got back from mexico on saturday night, having avoided digestive hell, sunburn, and infelicitous police time. no whoring, no wild drinking. where's hemingway when you need him?