Brian Wilson foreva
It is raining. I am at work. My job is rad. It really is. I love the people I work with, and our loft space, and our location in the flower district, and talking to nice or strange or mean or interesting gallery folks all day, and being able to wear jeans and boots every day and sing Beach Boys songs should the mood strike me. Wouldn't it be nice if we were older?
In other news, I moved to Brooklyn. I live in a loft with four "strangers" (not really strangers anymore, I suppose). They are nice... the loft is nice... but it is messy, and I sometimes feel like I'm living in a college bachelor pad rather than a legit apartment. If the places keeps getting duded on I'm going to have to move sooner than I thought. At least we are finally getting the internet tonight so that I can download "Rubberband Man," for fuck's sake.
I am going to a gallery this afternoon to see a drawing show called "Idiot Wind." That's the best name for a show, maybe ever.
In other news, I moved to Brooklyn. I live in a loft with four "strangers" (not really strangers anymore, I suppose). They are nice... the loft is nice... but it is messy, and I sometimes feel like I'm living in a college bachelor pad rather than a legit apartment. If the places keeps getting duded on I'm going to have to move sooner than I thought. At least we are finally getting the internet tonight so that I can download "Rubberband Man," for fuck's sake.
I am going to a gallery this afternoon to see a drawing show called "Idiot Wind." That's the best name for a show, maybe ever.