whatiwas

No one on this site cares most likely, but I am still alive.

Jesus, it's been almost a month since i've updated this journal.

My right eye has been infected for the past few days.

Who am I kidding; it's been infected since pretty much my birthday, forcing me to wear only my left contact lens. My glasses, long gone since sometime last month, were too much of a hassle to really use anyway; I called around attempting to get new ones, only to discover that the quickest I'd...
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Right about this time last year, I was wondering where my place was in the world and where I was going.

I haven't moved very far in that arena.

But I've made some progress.

It's the funniest thing: I haven't been in a band since 2000, and yet I've never been more musically active in my life than I have been right now.

In addition to my weekly karaoke madness (Tuesdays and Fridays at Chopsticks II, East Burnside for my Portland heads), I've been asked to take part in a benefit show on the 27th of this month performing...
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I've got a bit of money saved. I can't believe I'm saying it, but I've got a bit of money saved to dispose of as I please.


My birthday being around the corner, I think I'm going to buy myself a guitar.

while i like yesterday's apnea/benni set, i have to look at all multiple girl sets and compare them to morgan and roxy's set.

it's not that enjoy entangle simply because it's graphic; while i'm just enough of a typical male to enjoy its contents, i admit i'm more drawn to the comfort and intimacy both the girls/women seem to demonstrate with each other. there's also...
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somewhere between horny and bored, i started blasting Ten Grand in between songs at the night job (hosting karaoke).

it made me happy.

i saw battles on thursday.

The box office success of Fahrenheit 9/11 makes me think and, to be honest, I'm still ambivalent.

On one hand, I'm happy to see something so unabashedly liberal achieving such a wide level of exposure on a mainstream level. Although I don't consider Michael Moore to be the great white hope of the progressive left like some others do, I nonetheless think he is a...
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The backboards on the basketball hoops in the parking lot behind me are the flimsy, cheap aluminum kind that rattle like an aging city bus driving over a pothole unless you make every shot seamlessly. I practiced free throws this morning, clanking nearly every shot, lost fundamentals having become an intellectual process rather than the fluid action of my early youth. I shot fifty, made...
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