Ka~Prow!
We're out of the desert.
Yeah...I'll explain it all later...
heatherthegreat, aethyrflux and I are in a hostel in San Fransisco right now, by Cassidy's Irish Pub around 8th and Folsom. Last night we got to stay with i_hear_an_echo...again, all too much to put into words right now...
The one thing that actually bothers me is that I was completely expecting to get hooks thrown in me, and maybe even fly up into a suspension.
They (Allen and Kay, pokeyouintheskullwithfrikkinlazerbeams!) fucking went WITHOUT ME (eventhoughitwasmyidea,grr).
Yeah, thanks guys.
Fuckers.
Ohh well, it's not like it's not going to bloody happen............sooooomeday, goddamnit.
Austin needs to have a fucking barbeque...
I don't give a fuck about sacridity, or if that's a word...so long as it's sanitary, and I can start doing it, and do it, and do it, damnit.
This is me craving, and this shit's gonna happen.
Aside from the minor disapointment, I've got a lot of shit coming up, so really no time for thinking and wanting anyway.
My sister moved out the week before I left town. Once I get back I'm reclaiming my old room, which she had been using, and I'm turning the room I've been using into my projects room, where I'll work on making things with fabrics, EL wire, and anything else I can use indoors and have time to play with.
Reshifting and reorganizing, especially into a new space, always throws me into a huge mania of OCD...great.
Also kicking loud and clear, I have to mention again my work. I got two separate calls today, and will surely be working my ass clear off as soon as I get back to town.
I also have to buy a car...fast. I gave my parents basically all of my money to get me something while I've been gone, but they haven't. I feel so fucked. As soon as I get back I'll be expected to venture out to tiny towns an hour or more out of town every damn day just to make bread and butter, and I sold my truck to my buddy Timmy just before leaving.
*fuck*
Ohh, and at some vague point I really need to get to Houston to get the majority of my clothing...and my camping equipment...and bike...
Yeah, where does time go?
So since my flight doesn't leave LA 'till Saturday, and at least that's nice and planned out, all I really can worry about is making sure I absorb and enjoy my time out here.
Tomorrow we're going to the art museum to see Matthew Barney's exhibit and the film that he did with Bjork, Drawing Restraint 9. Definitely excited about that... and seeing Curious George spin tomorrow night. Being probably the first dj I even met and danced to live, I'm excited about that as well.
This is Heather's first time in SF, and I'm loving her energy and openness to checking out all of the great parts, like we did on our trip to New Orleans.
Yeah...I'll explain it all later...
heatherthegreat, aethyrflux and I are in a hostel in San Fransisco right now, by Cassidy's Irish Pub around 8th and Folsom. Last night we got to stay with i_hear_an_echo...again, all too much to put into words right now...
The one thing that actually bothers me is that I was completely expecting to get hooks thrown in me, and maybe even fly up into a suspension.
They (Allen and Kay, pokeyouintheskullwithfrikkinlazerbeams!) fucking went WITHOUT ME (eventhoughitwasmyidea,grr).
Yeah, thanks guys.
Fuckers.
Ohh well, it's not like it's not going to bloody happen............sooooomeday, goddamnit.
Austin needs to have a fucking barbeque...
I don't give a fuck about sacridity, or if that's a word...so long as it's sanitary, and I can start doing it, and do it, and do it, damnit.
This is me craving, and this shit's gonna happen.
Aside from the minor disapointment, I've got a lot of shit coming up, so really no time for thinking and wanting anyway.
My sister moved out the week before I left town. Once I get back I'm reclaiming my old room, which she had been using, and I'm turning the room I've been using into my projects room, where I'll work on making things with fabrics, EL wire, and anything else I can use indoors and have time to play with.
Reshifting and reorganizing, especially into a new space, always throws me into a huge mania of OCD...great.
Also kicking loud and clear, I have to mention again my work. I got two separate calls today, and will surely be working my ass clear off as soon as I get back to town.
I also have to buy a car...fast. I gave my parents basically all of my money to get me something while I've been gone, but they haven't. I feel so fucked. As soon as I get back I'll be expected to venture out to tiny towns an hour or more out of town every damn day just to make bread and butter, and I sold my truck to my buddy Timmy just before leaving.
*fuck*
Ohh, and at some vague point I really need to get to Houston to get the majority of my clothing...and my camping equipment...and bike...
Yeah, where does time go?
So since my flight doesn't leave LA 'till Saturday, and at least that's nice and planned out, all I really can worry about is making sure I absorb and enjoy my time out here.
Tomorrow we're going to the art museum to see Matthew Barney's exhibit and the film that he did with Bjork, Drawing Restraint 9. Definitely excited about that... and seeing Curious George spin tomorrow night. Being probably the first dj I even met and danced to live, I'm excited about that as well.
This is Heather's first time in SF, and I'm loving her energy and openness to checking out all of the great parts, like we did on our trip to New Orleans.