it is early, and i am going to bed while still full of wine, good food, neighbors and friends. before i can remember all that was making my shoulders fold into knots.

for the art critic in all of us:
i'm sorry, i don't speak surrealist( ... )

grills and literature read outloud, our own boho version of dead poets, laughing with new friends, remembering tuesday night, and talking with kate...
tonight, dispite work, was good.

but fuck, i miss that dirty city.

oh man guys. so some of you may have been bothered by me recently asking you to draw a cartoon picture of your friday night ( Read more... )

( i have visited 4% of the world i guess )

after all that, after all that, still looking through the pictures, reading over what i wrote while there, missing it all... i'm smiling. and lucky. i need to know that i know that.

it really hit me today for some reason. not as much as it will at future point i am sure. but right after the presentation that i had so well prepared for (which got me tied into knots while giving it, again. which means i might have an actual limitation, and there's a whole pile of i have no idea how to deal with that) after i felt bad for the ( Read more... )

i just want to say that i am glad people fall in love.

email i actually sent earlier:

dear mr r kelly, sir

please stop taking over my home with your closet movies.

love,
erin

all right, so i had to send it to his label "jive" but i have faith that it will get to who it needs to to save poor beloit.

"sometimes i wish i was born, not a man, but a 30 story tall robot. then emotions, the future, and whatnot, would be neglagated in favor of smashing skyscrapers and starting fires with my lazer eyes"