profanity.
its 1 am. i have work in 4 hours. fuck this shit.
anyways, i have a grand idea for a photoshoot, and its met some madstyle approval. i'd like a crew of people - prefereably those who are theatrically inclined - to join in on it. IM me and i'll let you know what i'm doing.
samantha and i are going to go buy clothes for it on monday, then probably going to downtown chicago on tuesday (irrelevant, i know, but we're going to the art museum, and i havent been there in SO DAMN LONG).
ahhh work. fuck that shit.
i'm going to see mogwai again tonight, but this time i won't be by myself, fortunately. i'm giving my spare ticket to this girl renata whom i've hung out with once. at least its not going to waste - which would have been matt laker's doing.
"oh joe, sorry, i realized i have work that day"
(yesterday morning, an hour after i bought tickets for us both)
fuck that shit.
snakes on a plane has a poster in the new lenox theater. i'm kind of excited. very much so, actually.
i've started writing a new story. this one actually has a plot and everything, so i will go somewhere with it. . i'll put in a little bit of it on this journal so as to fill in those who actually give a damn.
opening at caribou in 4 hours. now i'm reminded of that m ward song "four hours in washington", and i'm pretty sure its gonna come true and i won't be able to sleep i'll just hear wolves running around outside all night. fuck this shit.