[M]yself and the contents of this journal are moving to the username conor_oberst. because one underscore seems better than two.

so please disadd this username and add conor_oberst to your lists. Thank you.

"For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: " it might have been. ""

- John Greenleaf Whittier

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and one day, these updates will contain substance. something worth reading, with a steady plot and the light leading on toward an ending.

but first, i learn to be social.

Soon enough, Mel and I are going to gather in LA to drink and make fun of people. And it will consist of all things entertaining, because making drunken jokes at people is no fun when there's no one around you to laugh.. regardless of how feckless and cheesy they are ( Read more... )

I left Ben's username on my friends list for as long as I felt needed, hoping that he'd eventually undelete and blow us back into mirth with his presence. No such luck ( Read more... )

..It's so cold, my early morning TV babble has frozen. Somehow, somewhere, I have a frost-bitten cable wire. ..Unless the movie holds the ability to glue a frame on for ten minutes straight, and still make the plot look good. Either way, it's still pretty damn cold ( Read more... )

This thing has to be updated eventually, you know ( Read more... )

I need to train myself to update this more often. I played a show yesterday, I think that may have been my inspiration to come write in here. The less-busy-more-busy theory I cooked up a week ago. You know ( Read more... )

...It's tough to search for the right things to say; especially when you haven't even been presented with the wrong answers yet, leaving you nothing to compare the good to ( Read more... )

and, that time comes around again ( Read more... )

I watched the sun dance up on the rooftops early this morning, fearlessly portraying itsself to the darkness that was once night. I sat outside on a rickety old rocking chair with a gray blanket.. and a new meaning. All the convoluted feelings i've had for so many weeks now ran out of my body and over my front lawn like water, soaking into the ( Read more... )