Jeezus. I guess things can turn around. Just when you think no one knows you're alive, suddenly people or calling on your phone and knocking on your door. I guess it's all about being ZEN. Which is shorthand for "I kinda give a shit about everything, but I kinda don't give a shit about anything." That's my eloquent way of putting it.
School stuff starts this week; but all I'm gonna do tomorrow is read, eat, go to the beach, and drink wine. I am a lucky fucker. (And terribly, terribly profane.)
OH... and I bought a bunch of $1 punk singles at Amoeba in SF today to decorate my new apartment with. That's going to be the MOST.
I wonder what the punk bands would think of that... all commodified and decorative and shit...
School stuff starts this week; but all I'm gonna do tomorrow is read, eat, go to the beach, and drink wine. I am a lucky fucker. (And terribly, terribly profane.)
OH... and I bought a bunch of $1 punk singles at Amoeba in SF today to decorate my new apartment with. That's going to be the MOST.
I wonder what the punk bands would think of that... all commodified and decorative and shit...
uncaringmachine:
They might actually enjoy the thought of that. Or be like "Oi! I'm gonna redecorate that bastards apartment myself!" and bash it to pieces in the name of rock.
thebeliever:
Let's be real. First they'd tell me how cool it was. Then, they'd steal the singles and piss on my couch.