the man-machine
i met my future wife last night at a show for the austin museum of digital art. great taste in music, knew of brian eno + chris cunningham, fun to talk to, heading on a trip to oaxaca, a ballet dancer, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, nice + natural, brown curly hair...oh yeah, and she lives in san diego and i didn't get her info. it was too good anyways. if there's one thing i'm great at, it's "blowin' it"...it's kinda my steezo, but not really the kinda steez you'd wanna rock for the summer '04.
boo-hoo.
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anyways, so i'm listening to a bootleg of kraftwerk at coachela and i swear they are the hottest thing EVER. everyone else can pretty much f*ck off. and anyone who disagrees has absolutly no taste in music and it's not like my opinion, man, it is just so. kraftwerk is too good to put into word. gawdamn this is some hott chit!!!!!!!!!
i want to kill myself for not going. i am worthless.
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just went on a run. i'm gonna try to be better about running consistently in the morning, since it's the summer and all and d ain't got ish to do, responsibility-wise. word to teaching. i like the high from running, now if it were only as accessible as the high from a half a bottle of: knob creek
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usa!
we are a crazy bunch, i tell u whut.
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gonna go watch 'breaking away' at the alamo later on today, give it up to my boy DQ in this film.
lance is gonna kill it this year, 6, count 'em.
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