i remixed a remix...it was back to normal!
...tired like a mufucker. packing is a horrible task, set forth from the depths of hell to torment me. along with stashing my life away in boxes, my mother insists i go through all my old papers, memories of grades that have long since passed, and throw out what needs not stay. i found some old pictures of myself, from grade seven, The Year of Ugly. when i looked at them...it was hard to think that that person was me. It was difficult to go through them. In the end, i just tore them up, which felt good. I looked at the pictures i'd taken of what was one of the "popular" group of kids back then, and I laughed. I also found missing baby pictures, and shots from grades nine and ten, where i am trying my damndest to pose for the camera just so (which I still do, but these ones have a different attitude.) There is a certain grade ten picture i have kept, because my hair is shorter and wonderfully curly and i'm cosidering cutting it like that, just to get it back to looking that way. Doubt i'll do it, however.
Went out for coffee with julia today, turned into a beauty day. We rubbed salt-oil-sugar exfoliant on our feet, slathered our faces in a wonderful green lettuce facial mask from Lush, and watched Sin City. I do believe we are off to see a balet tomorrow. I know i should probably keep my mind on filling up these cardboard boxes with my junk, but goddamn, why do i have this much stuff? I've found crap i didn't even know i owned.
When i got home today, there was a message on the answering machine. I listen to it, and on comes the redneck voice and a realize Holy Shit! Boomhower is Daniel's son! This dude said "y'all" 10 times within a message that was 60 seconds long. No joke. and that was about the only part of the message i could understand.
Mitch Hedberg was a mortal god. I wish i had hair like his.
Anyways, i'm off to read and be lazy. cheers.
Went out for coffee with julia today, turned into a beauty day. We rubbed salt-oil-sugar exfoliant on our feet, slathered our faces in a wonderful green lettuce facial mask from Lush, and watched Sin City. I do believe we are off to see a balet tomorrow. I know i should probably keep my mind on filling up these cardboard boxes with my junk, but goddamn, why do i have this much stuff? I've found crap i didn't even know i owned.
When i got home today, there was a message on the answering machine. I listen to it, and on comes the redneck voice and a realize Holy Shit! Boomhower is Daniel's son! This dude said "y'all" 10 times within a message that was 60 seconds long. No joke. and that was about the only part of the message i could understand.
Mitch Hedberg was a mortal god. I wish i had hair like his.
Anyways, i'm off to read and be lazy. cheers.