maybe my last entry.......at least for a while
i just finished eating hotdogs and beans. yum. comforting in this sort of high school/after-school snack kind of way. just b/c I am hanging out at aaron's (in my old room), and that is all she had to eat. lucky me. wee !!!!
it reminded me of.....andy. sigh. i dont know why i just sighed. I guess, for a lot of reasons. None of them bad. I am too mentally tired to get into it.
things are.a bit hazy now.
I was at the photo studio today, holding shit down for all the south end art hoppers. I got to basically dj the itunes, while a total of 10 people trickled in over the course of 3 hrs. Even Murph stopped by and made the trip all the way into town. Yeah ! What a good dude he is. I hope he finds some nice girl some day. There are many of us out there. It was also great to see a few other friends make the trip all the way to the Hood plant, to check me out. I am always so grateful that anyone even gives a shit what I am doing. I had to close up shop early to go check out Mary's exihibit. i still owe her from missing the last show, so I think it would have felt better to get hit by a city bus, than face the wrath of missing yet another one of Mary's shows. ha ha. just kidding mary ! ;)not really tho. Your prints were really beautiful!!! Especially seeing them hung on a wall. And she made me into an official photo trading card !! eating a messy hotdog no less !!!!!
(aaron just said something funny; " I feel like I could go out right now, and act like I have a cock.)
ha.....ha......ha!!
Mmmmmmm.........boxed wine !!! (change of subject to something more....HAPPY !!!!! arrrrrhhhggghhh (pirate snarl) !!!
i miss patches. I called home today to check on him. It sounds like he is finding his groove back home. jew know, coming in to eat and nap, going back out with every swing of the door, beating up my brother's annoying cat (yes !!!!), chasing squirrels up trees, cliff diving (literally:i grew up on Cliff St.), and I even saw him try to get on the rope swing as soon as he saw me pulling out of the driveway on my way to Vermont. No, actually, it was really sad. He jumped onto the roof of the banana boat, and layed on the roof, after trying to jump into the driver's side door to come with me, in a desperate attempt to come back to his friends, and the place that he knows as home. It hurt my heart to leave him behind.
Wow, I forgot how much I love Jeff Buckley. I used to have this little spot that I would go when I was really sad, at the top of this grassy field,ontop of these small rolling hills that resemble the one you see on the opening screen of the Windows operating system, on this mountain pass b/w New York and Mass., that during the day is a popular parking spot for tourists to stop, b/c of its beautiful and far reaching views of the mountains in New York. The catskills I think. ANyway, it was the best place to see the stars as clear as anywhere else I have ever seen. And the air smelled really sweet in the summer nights; like sweet pine, humidity and honeysuckle. (???) no, maybe not really honeysuckle. But something along those lines. (I hate Stacy). And, I would park the Trooper, and take my (then alive) dog Hadley, a sleeping bag, and my portable cd player with headphones, some bug spray, and a headlamp, and walk up the grassy hill, to the highest point, and find a soft spot to lay on. I would go here when some shit was bothering me. It was soothing to look up into the evening sky, stars blinking back at me, looking deep into the mysteries of the universe, and it reminded me of how small my little problems really were. By the time I left, I usually forgot most of why I went there in the first place. A form of meditation i guess.
WEll anyway, i was alot more of a lost soul and a traveler back then, and usually Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye" was the standard boy breakup song, along with common other standbys like Portishead, Massive Attack, Hey Jude by the Beatles, and many more that I cant remember at the moment. So, I dug this outta the cd pile, and am listening to that very tune by Mr. Buckley. I guess its from hearing about Aaron's lost love for the last 3 hours. ha ha. yeah, maybe thats it.
Well, I am sick of typing now, and I am outta beer and smokes. not good. I am looking forward to seeing patches, but I am not looking forward to drinking myself to sleep with a double bottle of Pinot grigio (my new favorite diet alchoholic beverage; Mary got me hooked on it) everynight, until I deal with my new (but very temporary) life transition. I used to really prefer red wine you know. just like you. but you should really check out Cavitz pinot grigio. tastey, cheap, sweet, light, fruity, and cheerful. hardy har har.
If you havent heard the song "So real" by jeff buckley, you should. Its also a good one. If your into that sort of depressing sort of thing.
Good night ya'll. Me and aaron are going to go wash our troubles down with a few beers.
it reminded me of.....andy. sigh. i dont know why i just sighed. I guess, for a lot of reasons. None of them bad. I am too mentally tired to get into it.
things are.a bit hazy now.
I was at the photo studio today, holding shit down for all the south end art hoppers. I got to basically dj the itunes, while a total of 10 people trickled in over the course of 3 hrs. Even Murph stopped by and made the trip all the way into town. Yeah ! What a good dude he is. I hope he finds some nice girl some day. There are many of us out there. It was also great to see a few other friends make the trip all the way to the Hood plant, to check me out. I am always so grateful that anyone even gives a shit what I am doing. I had to close up shop early to go check out Mary's exihibit. i still owe her from missing the last show, so I think it would have felt better to get hit by a city bus, than face the wrath of missing yet another one of Mary's shows. ha ha. just kidding mary ! ;)not really tho. Your prints were really beautiful!!! Especially seeing them hung on a wall. And she made me into an official photo trading card !! eating a messy hotdog no less !!!!!
(aaron just said something funny; " I feel like I could go out right now, and act like I have a cock.)
ha.....ha......ha!!
Mmmmmmm.........boxed wine !!! (change of subject to something more....HAPPY !!!!! arrrrrhhhggghhh (pirate snarl) !!!
i miss patches. I called home today to check on him. It sounds like he is finding his groove back home. jew know, coming in to eat and nap, going back out with every swing of the door, beating up my brother's annoying cat (yes !!!!), chasing squirrels up trees, cliff diving (literally:i grew up on Cliff St.), and I even saw him try to get on the rope swing as soon as he saw me pulling out of the driveway on my way to Vermont. No, actually, it was really sad. He jumped onto the roof of the banana boat, and layed on the roof, after trying to jump into the driver's side door to come with me, in a desperate attempt to come back to his friends, and the place that he knows as home. It hurt my heart to leave him behind.
Wow, I forgot how much I love Jeff Buckley. I used to have this little spot that I would go when I was really sad, at the top of this grassy field,ontop of these small rolling hills that resemble the one you see on the opening screen of the Windows operating system, on this mountain pass b/w New York and Mass., that during the day is a popular parking spot for tourists to stop, b/c of its beautiful and far reaching views of the mountains in New York. The catskills I think. ANyway, it was the best place to see the stars as clear as anywhere else I have ever seen. And the air smelled really sweet in the summer nights; like sweet pine, humidity and honeysuckle. (???) no, maybe not really honeysuckle. But something along those lines. (I hate Stacy). And, I would park the Trooper, and take my (then alive) dog Hadley, a sleeping bag, and my portable cd player with headphones, some bug spray, and a headlamp, and walk up the grassy hill, to the highest point, and find a soft spot to lay on. I would go here when some shit was bothering me. It was soothing to look up into the evening sky, stars blinking back at me, looking deep into the mysteries of the universe, and it reminded me of how small my little problems really were. By the time I left, I usually forgot most of why I went there in the first place. A form of meditation i guess.
WEll anyway, i was alot more of a lost soul and a traveler back then, and usually Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye" was the standard boy breakup song, along with common other standbys like Portishead, Massive Attack, Hey Jude by the Beatles, and many more that I cant remember at the moment. So, I dug this outta the cd pile, and am listening to that very tune by Mr. Buckley. I guess its from hearing about Aaron's lost love for the last 3 hours. ha ha. yeah, maybe thats it.
Well, I am sick of typing now, and I am outta beer and smokes. not good. I am looking forward to seeing patches, but I am not looking forward to drinking myself to sleep with a double bottle of Pinot grigio (my new favorite diet alchoholic beverage; Mary got me hooked on it) everynight, until I deal with my new (but very temporary) life transition. I used to really prefer red wine you know. just like you. but you should really check out Cavitz pinot grigio. tastey, cheap, sweet, light, fruity, and cheerful. hardy har har.
If you havent heard the song "So real" by jeff buckley, you should. Its also a good one. If your into that sort of depressing sort of thing.
Good night ya'll. Me and aaron are going to go wash our troubles down with a few beers.