I managed to not spend the entire evening talking to boys on the internet, instead I took a bubble bath, started re-reading 30 days of night from the very beggining, and listened to a lot of afghan whigs.
This whigs revival has been a deal of mine for the last few months, occasionally, I’ll forget exactly [...]
Archive for August, 2007
but she wants love, and I still wanna fuck..
Posted in Blogroll on August 23, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
We rarely practise discern.
Posted in Blogroll on August 19, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Yesterday actually turned out okay in the end. Well, as okay, as trying to (not) have a relationship 4000 miles away can. I feel temporarily better anyways.
That wasn’t my reason for blogging though, mostly I felt inclined to commit my thoughts to t’web on account of having just watched The Puffy Chair. It may well [...]
well do you really fucking get it?
Posted in Blogroll on August 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
EIther I am an idiot, or the situation is idiotic. But I guess, if the situation I’m in is idiotic then I’m still the idiot for getting in it. It will never end well.
Everything else is still sort of going okay, ish. And it’s only a month til NY. And thereby 35 days ’til I [...]
because punk rock can make it all okay…..
Posted in Blogroll on August 14, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I was going to write a big ranty blog about retrograde planets and saturn return and politics and offices and what I really should be doing with my life, and I probably still will. But I’m still reeling that one of the IT guys just came over and made the bold (read:sweeping) statement that chicks [...]
Why aren’t we content to just be middle class?
Posted in Blogroll on August 3, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I just finished watching everything’s gone green.
Here is what I thought…
Overall, I liked it. It came closer than many things to describing post 20th century late 20’s trauma. But it seemed sort of clunky, the moral of the story seemed overly obvious and literally everything that happens is grabbed from another coupland tale. Parents havea [...]