night 4 chicago

gobble gobble its the american genocide day.
some 400 years ago the land was covered white... and im not talking about snow ;)

on a lighter note, quite the vegetarian feast was consumed this evening. all that was missing was the tofurkey... but in glorious southern tradition there was collared greens, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, baked macaroni and cheese and a homemaaade apple pie. mm mm bitches.

tonight is the sage francis/against me! show... which i would absolutely love to enjoy... alas im too poor for $18 and instead the gang will be lurking outside the door, throwing flyers for saturdays extravaganza in peoples faces. lovely.


read this little tidbit
http://centerstage.net/events/music/detail.cfm?ID=182167

afternoon 3 chicago

snoring still coming from the couch
incredible gloom leaking in through the windows
a slight burning from the back of my eyeballs and a throbbing head.

wheres the weed at?

morning 1 chicago

11/19/07

a bit of vicodin and a squealing, gurgling radiator.
surrounded by the smell that up to this morning i could barely still remember.
quite comforting.

faint snoring on the couch with intermittent snorts.
a gloomy, beautiful, wonderful, chicago day.

on this, my anniversary

happy anniversary to meeeee
ive been at tracker for two years today!
my coworker gave me a pot cookie!

i still remember my first day like it was yesterday... the night before a drunk angry marine broke the left rearview mirror off my car! memories...




i need a raise.

bobby blue calls it stormy monday

They call it stormy Monday
But Tuesday's just as bad
They call it stormy Monday
But Tuesday's just as bad

Wednesday's worse, Lord
And Thursday's, oh, so sad

The eagle flies on Friday
And Saturday, I go out to play
Yes, the eagle flies on Friday
And Saturday, I go out to play

Sunday, I go to church
And I kneel down and pray
And this is what I say, baby

Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy on me
You know I cried
Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy on me

You know I'm trying
Log on to kill this message.
Trying to find my baby
Won't somebody please
Send her home to me, yeah

Well, I cried
Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy on me
I said I cried
Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy on me

You know I'm trying
Trying to find my baby
Send her home to me
Whoa, yeah

lady sings the blues

ill bet slamming your head into a brick wall repeatedly is not recommended by any doctors. resulting concussions... internal bleeding... hemorrhages... aneurysms... this may be an exaggeration. maybe not. anywho, what im trying to get at here is that continuing to do something which returns consistently negative results is unhealthy and virtually brainless- essentially denying the human mind of its ability to grow and evolve. yet we keep plugging along, thinking the next time that brick wall comes along it'll magically evaporate and harry potter will be waiting on the other side.

population control?

moving in a week... thank goodness. im just waiting for Mr. Phil the UPS guy to bring me the rug i ordered online. very important you know.

im pretty sure nobody reads this blog, which is quite all right... i just needed a space that wasnt myspace to dump my nonsensical blather onto. with that said, i find it odd that i put as much effort as i do into making my posts more than "today i woke up, took a shit, went to work..." not that what i write probably makes sense to anyone besides myself. i just dont like boring.

this morning i discovered that the 19 year old extremely "slow" cousin of a friend is pregnant and about to pop. about a week ago another girl i know, this one 23 and extremely intelligent, had a baby with a guy who had been her boyfriend for about a month. two or three friends over the summer received new bundles of "joy." havent these people heard of contraception? birth control? abortions for fucks sake? i can never justify bringing a baby into the world to parents who are emotionally AND financially unstable. plus, these chicks are all so young! arent people interesting in living their lives and exploring the world before becoming slaves to maternity?!

well that was fun.