I don't know why I even want to go to Memphis so badly.

I want to be in a lake beside a mooooooountain

Swimming in Nickajack Lake beside Lookout Mountain, would I ever come back out, or would I go spelunking in underwater caves until I couldn't hold my breath anymore in hopes of finding something worth it?

Have you ever seen a male seahorse give birth? It's awesome.

Sometimes I get the idea that I don't really feel anything anymore.

For Thanksgiving I made for my father and I:
1. Spinach and chickpea salad with walnut vinaigrette dressing
2. Tri-Vegetable spiral pasta with ricotta cheese I made from tofu
3. Curry seitan and couscous
4. Tofurky roasted in sage with homeade gravy
5. Creamy sweet potato Punjabi-style soup

I hope this is what it is like at all of your families' houses today if you so choose to celebrate with them:

I am sexually frustrated, to be honest. Like, really. Like I can't hold a banana at work. Holding the banana at work is too much and I need someone else to do it for me.

Everything that is easy is hard

I really hope I can learn to make music I like. It's my livelihood and I'm just letting time pass by so quickly. Maybe I need to take a lesson from Patty Smyth (not to be confused with Patti Smith) on how to shred, shoot at the walls of heartache, and be the Warrior.

Sweat, all the boys I love, cold sweat, listmaking, and the immediate nausea when something bad happens

I just wonder about the people who are adjusted to the severity of the curious and twisted nature of the world. I wonder if they were born that way, and I was born this way, or if we're all exactly the same at first. It's just so hard to try and keep a good attitude about things when sometimes every single thing feels sad. When even the happy things seem sad, or their existence makes the sad things sadder.

I was originally going to link to a cool californian skate thrash band, but the importance of that in my mind is fleeting. Instead, look at these drawings by Kon Trubkovich. I really like this series for a lot of reasons.





I can't believe I might never see the bike I love again. I deserve that bike.

I saw a tandem decorated in holiday lights in my neighborhood, and it made my heart hurt. I really miss having a partner who liked bikes as much, or probably more than I did. In fact, I really really really miss that. And I miss riding on a tandem. And I miss being two and not one. Ok.


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Free drinks are dangerous, and at my most drunk point last night, I decided to ride from A to B last night.

Ok, so the most awesome thing about Die Kreuzen was that they were from Milwaukee, WI (check that flannel!).



The second-most awesome thing is that the bassist is my biggest crush.

You know when you wish a missed connection was about you?

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to the one that flew away my heart bleeds constantly - I love you!

This is my favorite scene from a movie of all time. I am doing an extreme injustice to one of the best films ever made by posting this clip out of context, but I don't care because this is one of the most awesome things about youtube. Also, Louis Armstrong's "Stardust" is the most perfectly constructed song ever.



I strongly reccomend watching Stardust Memories, whether or not you like Woody Allen, if you are at all interested in anything that has substance and doesn't fucking suck.

Also, I could relate this clip to how I feel about Anthony's death, and I really can't help but think about that, but there isn't any appropriate way to express it.

Also, go to this?


Maybe I will play in Jen's band again?