Creative people are cursed with depression but blessed with the ability to create where others can only dwell. Right on, go create!

hey, fenix, congrats on the job you. you've beated the worldwide economic slump. be fucking proud of yourself.

so.

dead air, you fuck, leave the son at the mom and fly to your canadian hottie. unless she is only a mirage but fuck how would you find out if not in person? attack! attack!-- as erase errata would say.

no rilly, rilly rilly. even if it doesn't pan out it's good times. do it for that facts sakes.

oh and DO NOT hang out with the ex or you'll end up fucking her in rhythm and sorrow as bjork would have it. right??? divorces suck hence a clean break is teh win.

this reminds me of the squid and the whale for some reason.

best wishes whatever you're doing-- even if it's just falling asleep before the teevee. no matter what, till victory as patti smith would say.

You drunk mother fucker haha!

doped up on sleep meds/meds for my back pain/meds for my stomach pain, listening to cocteau twins, and wondering why i haven't passed out yet.

drunk on red wine. trying to go to sleep early. film shoot tomorrow, weather permitting.

symbol man, your advice is sound, though currently undoable. I have this job, that I really want to keep, no money, and no leave. so I will save the last two and if the very real Canadian dream girl hasn't already found somebody more physically present, then I'll certainly visit and see if all these fantasies pan out. she probably will, but maybe if she does it will crash before then too.

I'm not going to leave my son for any significant length of time though.

no worries about me drifting back to the ex. no desire on my part whatsoever. seems weird that I can't even speak to her for any length of time, but that' how it is. she just called and told me she's moving because her roommate was demanding. I said, "I told you so" and then apologized for saying it. she's moving back to the neighborhood, which brings my son closer, so cool, I guess.

friendo: fuuuck! i'd donate a pint of blood in honor of your internet affair. let's stage a fundraiser.

but no-- best wishes man--- i hope you are soon within pouncing distance-- goodspeed

watching the grateful dead movie and burning one

my hangover came back. i hurt. everywhere.

going to bed.


g'night

listening to one Nirvana video after another and trying so damn hard not to finish this bottle of wine. also chatting to Canada while she fights with her family. life is really ok, I suppose.

I liike the blood drive angle! Maybe just because "Paper Cuts" is up now.

I may be in the wrong thread tooo...

I need to turn on bleach, sounds like a plan.

I just finally told off my stalker today and it feels great! She should be out of my life for awhile now.

Also just talked to my ex for the first time in alittle while, and found out what it means for the first time that "we never split because we were never together"...even when we only fucked eachother for 3 months and spent almost every other day together and went on road trips and did all the things you do when you're "together" with someone.

It's pretty freeing though, to finally hear that though, I could care less if we are still friends ever again and it's pretty freeing. Thanks for the 3somes 'darling'. haha


You won't hear me bitching or pining for this girl again, I'm sure you're all releived haha

my back hurts like a motherfucker. wtf did I do?

enjoying a nice high while listening to some live sy

working two jobs tomorrow. fuck

watching jenna jameson on oprah. i love her.

How many facelifts has she had?

i had a chance to meet jenna jameson once, and didn't. story of my life.

why didn't you?

honestly? laziness

listening to ZZ Top playing TUSh while waiting to ensure that a video conference training session goes off without a hitch.

Listening to Philip Jeck, editing photographs and drinking coffee.