silver lining

this bike accident i was involved in is gonna be quite a headache in the days (err, years) to come. i'll probably be screwed. at least my lawyer, who i have yet to meet, sounds exactly like Rollins in this video when i talk to him on the phone. first time we spoke i kept wanting to ask him if he thought dating was futile or if he would be offended to have me as a client since some days i'll take a bottle of wine over a 3 mile run.

updates

finally got around to updating my handmade Etsy shop. i'm starting a blog to shuffle all Etsy, vintage, handmade, etc. type posts onto. i know that stuff is a bit of a snoozer. in the meantime, here are some examples of what i was making this winter. sub-example of a fascination with headless dames?

updates

-it's still cold
-Repo Man is still genius
-printed fabric to make couch pillows, couch pillows ov magik
-Twin Peaks still scares the shit out of me but my mom's not in the house anymore to help me sleep easier over it
-having day dreams about the Cold Cave show coming up where the entire room is dancing and sweaty and losing their minds but i'm sure it'll be on the level of library-active.
-paid $10 to see Adam Franklin. more like paid $10 to have awesome-as-always talks with Gagovski (intellectualizing Depeche Mode, warming up dudes to pegging, why i can only date dudes who are at a minimum 10% gay)
-not the best thing to listen to on your way to work/start your day with but that's been the case for like a month:

updates:perpetually stoked

stoked that i found out i have a brother and HE'S MEXICAN. stoked that we get paid to get hammered, play our favorite records and be hilarious perverts.

stoked that my pen pal therapist is coming to stay this week. stoked that i'm closing all the doors in my apartment and we're only allowed to communicate with slips of paper under the door to maintain true faceless pen pal relations.

stoked to read this:

updates:stoked

watching this daily:



stoked to play RP outside of the confines of my apartment REALLY LOUDLY the other night. (forever a 15 year old Mitch Harris worshiping boy)

stoked that Bill and i are lifers.

stoked that i have 9 more weeks of studio time and digging through my books has left me with a pile of images to print and experiment with. (maybe not so stoked that i always go back to nature or the occult. move on.)

stoked to open myself up to trades with people again. you like what i do, i like what you do, let's work something out. i miss that and printing for tattoos sounds solid to me.

stoked to see Canadian Riffle again. new songs are kinda grim and gave me the warm & fuzzies.

stoked on the gypsy knockout being totally nonchalant with a panther on my leg.

stoked to get out of town, if even to Rockford. thrift store voyages and hangs with Wes.

stoked that December is over and with that the setting of the longest, deepest, most motivation-sucking dark days i've had in years.

stoked to get back to the gym and get rid of the flub those days packed on.