September 2005
14 posts
whole system's out of whack.
Recent activities.
Father and Son Laney.
ROSE STABBY STABBY STAB STAB.
My mother made a very good attempt at communicating with streetlights this night.
lifeblood.
Lifeblood.
Originally uploaded by jokerwonga.
I honestly have trouble telling if my boss is trying to kill me or keep me alive.
I’m not sure this is a good thing.
mr. president, can you tell us right now if you'll...
I had to.
(… Jay’s mom is drunk …)
Mom: “Drive slow, I want to look at the lights.”
Jay: “Uh…You mean the street lights?”
Mom: “I like how they do them. They’re old fashioned.”
(pause)
Mom: “What street is this?”
Jay: “Fucking Highway 12!”
Mom: “I like how they did the lights.”
Jay: “The...
everyone has a summer.
LOVE PARADE 2005
OH WHO THE FUCK AM I KIDDING. IT’S JUST PICTURES OF NATALIE AND I. AND SOME FREAKY KID.
Go easy on me. Some homeless guy attempted to get very friendly. It was NOT okay.
proper fucked up.
Montell: “Man. Pretending to be straight isn’t working today.”
Jay: “I HEAR THAT!”
WDPK 83.7 FM
My father just called me. On my office line. To ask if I had any condoms.
My mother is apparently inside my house right now.
Seriously, there’s no way I can get anything else done today.
I’m just going to sit here.
Gorked out of my mind on Crazy Juice.
This is usually when I get really really close to sending email to all of my coworkers with the word UNCLEAN repeated two...
i saw you last night, how indiscreet.
So I’m convalescing in the handicapped toilet stall at work when I hear someone walk in, walk up to my stall, try the door, pause for a second… and then leave. I feel immediately superior to whomever it is. Then I remember I’ve done the exact same thing. Multiple times.
CAPPUCCINO JELLY BELLYS ARE ALL WRONG YOU LITTLE FUCKERS.
The last six pages in my notebook have gotten...
we're perfect on our own.
CHILLITS 2005
action / adventure.
Tess’s Birthday. 2005.09.14. Effing karaoke. Effing hilarity.
dire straights to your environments.
The Weekend. 1015. Driving in the Swedish.
Jay: “You should come out tomorrow night.” Rose: “I’m not sure if I would want to get back at four AM.” Mairin: “OH! Did he do that to you too?” Jay: “HEY!”
And we do love a total lack of context: Jay (gesturing around his crotch region): “This is where reality is.”
When where you...
that was just a dream.
It seems that every fucking morning, as I walk past the bushes next to my car, I walk through some strand of spider web. And every morning, as a result, I really do just spaz the fuck out. This strange dance takes place where I try to avoid any other imaginary spider webs while not dropping all of my shit. Including my coffee. I’ve dropped my coffee before.
And I find myself wondering if...
north sound off.
This is what happens when I try to use the blinds in my room as God intended.
This is what happens when I leave town on Friday, prepped for one night of being away, and don’t get back ‘till effing Monday.
I ate donuts at 4:30am at some place south of Market. Donuts so good I wanted somebody to go make out with the little lady behind the counter. Anybody but me, that is.
Things...
the music is coming to an end.
It occurs to me that I’ve been shaving in the shower, sans a mirror, for three weeks. Recipe for disaster? Or am I a ninja?
At work, I have a tube of Aquafresh Extreme Care toothpaste that I’ve been loathing to use the past few months. It makes my teeth burn all over and is apparently flavored Empowermint and I hate it. I’m not a big fan of the slash and burn school of...
always forthright.
Global warming is caused by lack of pirates. I’m going to be stuck on this all damned day.
(Via 2lmc spool.)