i think i’m going to exercise today. i’ve been slacking for too long. i’m built like a tank – but you’d be surprised. i can be knocked down with a feather.
i saved a lock of my hair when i took out the trash last week. i don’t know why.
i need a mic preamp soooooo badly. preferably something cheap but good, like a VTB-1. and a condensor mic. badly. you don’t even know how badly.
i think i may have forgotten to mention that when my friend was here last week, i taught her how to play the Beatles’ “Blackbird” and she picked it right the hell up, just like that. just like that. which is pretty amazing, considering how fucked up those chords are. it took me two serious series of attempts, years apart, to get myself to remember them. and she just played it, the whole way through, after seeing me do it a few times. just. like. that. astounding! it reminds me of the time i gave a few lessons to this crazy kid Sean Graham. he played like utter hell… and then one day, like a year or so later, he came over and ran circles around me. circles! some people just have it in them. hell, i wish i did!
i need to go dancing. i look like a fool, but i have so much fun. goth/industrial night is tomorrow at 1470. maybe i can talk Tony & Tasha into going. i needs to get down. deep down and dirty.
i really really need to work on my transmothra.com redesign. i really need money so i can change the domain/name too. i think the fact that i’ve gotten only 1 or 2 callbacks on all the resumes i’ve sent out over the past year can be largely attributed to the fact that my websites all look fairly horrible, and aren’t quite standards-compliant. i have excellent plans, though. if only more Mac people would use Safari instead of Infernal Exploiter i think i’d be a lot safer.
suffering can be ecstatic sometimes. no wonder we allow it, even revel in it.
i am an agnostic mystic warrior.
i think i could use a vision quest.
i used to be Dionysus and now i am a Minotaur. i wonder what went wrong? maybe in transition i became Pan, and the cloven hooves became as like shackles around mine feet.
i’m not sad today, just disused.
i want to be meaningfully naked more often.
> GOTO 10
> RUN
