no mas moss

bad and bad, good and good.  i guess at the end it doesn't really mean anything anyways.  it evens out or it doesn't.  end of story.

i'm heading over to nightlife tonight to talk with mr. mcknight and see andrew's band.  tonight could be a great night.  i just need to tear myself away from the television.  the lure of anthony bourdain's no reservations is so difficult to resist!

Rough Patch

I've been feeling like I'm in some kind of dream lately.  Everything's a little skewed and I can't seem to get my thoughts straight.  I've always been a fan of surrealism, but not like this.  There is a lethargy that has swallowed me whole and I cannot find the motivation to create anything from the innards of this fiend.  I guess I should remind myself not to take life so seriously and that this, like all things, will pass.


Also, some bird took an eagle sized shit right on the hood of my car.

Dying young

I don't really know what words I want to say right now.  I know I'm not the only one feeling this way, but that doesn't seem to make it any easier.  I may not have been very close with Nick or Robby, but it's really hard to come to terms with the fact that I will never see or speak to either of them again.  I can't seem to shake these feelings, especially being here at work, where i see them almost every day.  My hands are shaking and I don't think I'll ever be able to walk into this building again without remembering that I won't see Nick or Robby here.  But I have great memories of them, and that's what I'll hold on to.  They were too young.

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