Normal One

love it!

will do it again!

need advice? come to me.

woo! called grandma!

woo! someone actually GAVE me an accordian. So I’m on my way to learning. People have heard me play and they report that I am “a natural.”

I had this huge dragon tattooed on my back and freaked out in the middle of the color… so I ended up with this half-colored dragon tattoo on my back for about a year until I finally decided to finish it up. Yay! now I have a pretty great dragon on my back! Sounds dumb, but it’s good. :)

fun!

well, did it.

well, they remodeled this horrible shithole, so it’s not a horrible shithole!!!

woo!

I gave up my show at http://www.theoryradio.org on Monday nights, but my old compadres are still doing it. I’m sad. I want my own show really badly! Wah!

I want my stardom back!

dang it. and fewer prospects by the day.

Ok, so I bought a pack of cigarettes last night and smoked about a million of them. But it was my first time out here in Albuquerque and I was nervous! Regardless, my resolve is back. I’m going to try for FOUR whole days of not smoking (my current best in the past two months). It sounds so pitiful, but hey, addiction is pitiful! So, you stupid addiction, here I go again.

I love underbellies. And now I have the Mother of All Underbellies right here in my palm: The purchase of some rental units in a slum row. These places are a wreck. Termites, electrical systems, fire damage, burglaries, vagrants… it’s all a terrible mess. But, on the other hand, they’ll be really nice when I finish with them. I talked to the woman who bought the unit that I’ll be next door to, and she seems completely wonderful. It’s like having a partner in do-gooding (as opposed to a partner in crime)... we’re fixing up these units all nice and renting them to artists and gay folk and students. And she rocks! But all this is so horribly expensive and complicated. Hey, it’s an underbelly!

I am losing hope. This place doesn’t even have hot water in the shower. I think the only way I can find a place is by buying the rentals and fixing one up enough to live there. Gods of housing, fie!

this is a bulk entry for the past several days.

now I just have to find a place to live.

when do I count that I have accomplished this goal?

what a worthless endeavor. laundry. such a crock. every time I do laundry I have a nihilist crisis. all is meaningless.

http://www.main-streets.com/trip.htm

here’s some about it.

I hate goals that have no end point.