as my day off, i had many things planned for the day. things including cleaning and being physically active and laundrying and world peace.

none of these usually happen. but i usually plan for that too.

i did clean out my car. i even left the windows down to get rid of the smokey smell.

sometimes i take pictures of my reflection just to make sure that i still exist. i find that it is an accurate measurement of non-death.



i also drank in the daytime. always worth it.

the highlight of any day off is catching oprah and dr. phil. one of the first things i learned when i moved to texas is that dr. phil went to UNT and nobody in texas likes him. after today's episode, i really didn't either. whatever.

oprah, however, was quality as usual. her guest was this guy that writes for the new york times who had a drug addict son. he wrote an article for the new york times magazine ((apparently they also have a magazine)) about his experiences. he went on to say how many people wrote to him thanking him for giving them ((the families of drug addicts)) a voice. he then went on to write the book, "beautiful boy". after his son's recovery, the son went on to write the book "tweak."

i want both books. i have a birthday coming up. you should look into that.

also, i cried about eight times while watching oprah. i miss kyle and jon and michael and gavin. also, good luck to my homies cx and rx in rehab.

after being overly bored, i came up to jupiter house to get more progress done on the books i'm reading and writing. i got a pleasant interruption to grab some beers at the abbey. oh yeah, and food. sundog es muy bueno. longboard is okay. also, sundog is the joe cool of beer.




smartass, i am currently listening to the new meshuggah. i second your thoughts. however, i found some of the tracks overly percussively redundant. but it's whatever.

before my final of three-ish trips to jupiter house today ((one of which, i danced with the barista that is also jxlx's girlfriend... love that guy)) i saw this couple fighting. i'm overly entertained by the awkwardness of lovers' spats. i stuck around to watch and photograph the event. in the pictures, it doesn't look like they're fighting, but i assure you, he wants his keys back and she keeps putting his hands on her tits. entertaining5000.




also, pretentiouscentral5000.




i wore what has been deemed my aquarium outfit ((half replacing my poetry slam outfit on the hipster/pretentious level)) out since the last time i showed you pictures. homeboy has some better at-venue shots that he still refuses to share. but until then, entertain yourself with this wonderfulness...




also, one of these salads is probably better than the other one... whatever.




and this old man was videotaping his walk around the square. i looked up from my vonnegut just in time to catch a tourist. how wonderful.



also, the reason i don't go up to maplewood to see between the buried and me for free is because i hate smartass. that is all.

there is a cricket with an uneven number of legs running in circles outside jupiter house. i'm pretty sure that's all he can do.



when i worked at the black-eyed pea, we had to sell dollar shamrocks for the muscular dystophy association. however, i get very discouraged after being turned down by the... first and only table i offered a shamrock to... so i didn't. sorry, jerry!

merry 250 and welcome visitor 666!

so scratch my last statement. rant revoked. apparently i should just mature up a bit and not be socially awkward and actually approach people or something... how conceptual!

::le sigh::

also, in case you forgot how awesome i am... there is this.



in other news... i have officially gotten my fifth ear infection since moving to texas. but apparently lucky number five also comes with accute bronchitis! how generous!

last night i was exhausted and couldn't sleep for balls. even after watching two movies. ((one of which makes me fall asleep EVERY TIME!!)) but my head was pounding all crazy in every direction and then i was cold then hot then freezing then i turned crazy and at 6am i decided i needed to go home because i was tripping and told homeboy and he went to get some meds out of the bathroom and was gone for maybe 25 seconds and i layed down and passed out. then i drank water and decided that i'm stupid and to just go to bed. it was quite the ordeal.

tomorrow i have an interview with a holiday inn cat to see about that bartending gig for reals. keep it in the pocket.

why does she have to defend her feelings inside? why pretend she's not had a life of near misses? now all that she wants is three little wishes. she wants to see with your eyes. she wants to smile with your smile. she wants a nice surprise every once in a while. ((little fifteen))

the token is not nipple shields... but even better... it's totally the zelda crest and totally badass. complete bballa. yes. not legible in this photo, but "3 weeks sober" is engraved.



i waited on twenty cute boys at the og. eight of the twenty also attended the between the buried and me show. hot. ((also, the show was pretty badass. less than quality venue, though. it smelled worse than a middle school dance at 9.30pm. but the music was great, so it was like one of the drumline dances where carl's brother djs...)) but they all ordered the never ending pasta bowl and water and a thousand refills on everything. forty dollar gratuity. forty dollars on top. fucking right.

motorcycles are better than girls because all they ask for is some monthly maintenance. and that only takes a couple hours, not a fucking week. your mind has just been blown by the wisdom of the letter bb. ((bb as in bballa.))



speaking of which, my period is done so i just wanted to spend my whole day off masturbating to some new cds. too bad i had things to take care of...

visors are basically the best. they keep your face shaded AND your head cool... while golfing... in your... polo shirt... and your name is tx...



last night i ran into dan at ur moms. according to him ((and contradicted by everyone else in the free world)) he had been telling jx to call me every other day. daniel chode-erson, fabricator extraordinaire, also gifted us with such triple platinum hits as "i got fired this morning, not last week" and "mario loves me and won't leave me alone" and "i did severance" and "i'm not an addict, i swear" and "i don't have a license because i got mugged at gunpoint" and "megan has a boyfriend and she is also an addict" and "no, i didn't know jx was cheating on you the whole time". soon to be released ((but might be more than half true)): "vic is in love with you and wants to make your children". stay tuned.

where is aubrey??



about 20 minutes that way.

i would like to start off by saying that this guy is waay cooler than i am. you should be reading his blog right now intead of mine.



((if he really has one, let me know))

so it's been quite a long time since there has been a show that i have really wished to attend. with the exception of my friends' bands, of course.

however, tonight there is a show. between the buried and me. in lewisville. for $15. with 8 or so other bands. at a BYOB venue.

and no one wants to accompany me.

fuck.

upside down or sideways. either way, it is too much cupcake for me.



then i looked at my checking account and realized that i don't have $15 to be spending on concerts, plus gas, plus parking maybe, plus beer obviously, plus a shirt of course.

i'm also realizing that i have to stop spending my money on things like beer and smokes and coffee. so, sorry kids, but i think i'm going to have to be beered and smoked and coffeed out for a while till i get these bills paid and pay off a certain mattress purchaser. ((which is still soooo amazing and comfortable... both the mattress and the purchaser.))

also, i'm not a bitch when i'm drunk, just confrontational and defensive. i may have been both last night. i don't exactly remember.

tx is a fun-ruiner and ever-so-condescending.



also, he is fun and will save you from the crazies at the bar.

back to what i said, starting now i need a second job... again.

sometimes eating a hamburger that is actually a cupcake is the most rational decision a man can make.



i watched the movie the kingdom last night. wow... i had a few drinks beforehand and a dude's hand in my crotch and i STILL couldn't stay awake through this movie!

good ending though...

the inside of my house feels like it has been raining outside. i think because my ceiling fan is on.

i am renaming my car. it should now be referred to as the hatredcopter.

that is all.