shoes + socks
bella is the best dog ever. like, totally wow. she makes these crazy cow-growls when i get home, somehow telling me she is happy.
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today was quite the uneventful event. football at patrick's. queso, guacamole, salsa; big red, what. collin the limey came over + we watched videos + listened to music; par for the course.
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i'm broker than the broke as broke as broke can get. seriously, i'm doing the ramen equivalent of the atkins this week, it's gonna take me back to the days of langdon westdyke, i tell u whut.
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should there be a special thing to partake in for MLK day? i could try to be funny + make some crass joke, but i do wonder what would be appropriate.
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as bad as greg davis the off. coord. sucks, the producer greg davis be hott.
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some strange power surge is rolling through the house, the lights are dimming intermittently along with the fan on my pc. is someone running electricity from the crib, electric bill's been rather high lately.
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i think i need to be drunk to write anything interesting.
"brilliant...engrossing..."
rented lars von trier's 'the five obstructions' last night. it was "...dazzling...", "...spellbinding...", "...exceptional...".
audit in progress
i think i jacked my acl. not sure when it would've happened, but the outside of my left knee is feeling odd, near the tendon.
maybe it's just from running.
can any of my readers who are doctor's give advice, i'm afraid my nba career is at stake.
what is important to attend to?
I also liked to sit for hours humming to myself and twirling objects or dribbling sand through my hands at the beach. I remember studying the sand intently as if I was a scientist looking at a specimen under the microscope. I remember minutely observing how the sand flowed, or how long a jar lid would spin when propelled at different speeds. My mind was actively engaged in these activities. I was fixated on them and ignored everything else.
mountain energei
day 2 of 5+ mile runs. felt good, though my left knee feels kind of jacked, must be shrapnel from danang, '68. stopped to get an almond butter, soy milk, juice shake down the street - so good.
miguel got loaded on evan williams last night and decided to spraypaint red grafitti in our kitchen. the san pedro mansion definitely keeps it drunk.
aubrey's cooking dinner tonight, prob something vegan. it's nice to be appreciated.
going to go see dolce vita at the paramount theater at 3. i've never seen it, though i like fellini.
man, my life is a cliffhanger.
shower time.
perfect glass orchards
2005's been pretty bitchin so far. no ticket's on the road, been gettin my healthy on, new person living at our place for a while, bella's still alive, my room's kind of clean, i wasn't shocked at the bills that came in today, it's already friday, might go see mr. sinus - crossroads tomorrow, getting new music from hotseat, i didn't lose my stereo face as i had thought, i'm not feeling as broke till the end of the month as my bank acct is telling me, charles bronson is still alive (i believe), and 2004 is straight ova'.
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watched some skate videos today, miguel had a comp of a bunch of old ones, union, underworld, life, and a planet earth video, but nagger king wasn't in it, i was sad. i need to go skate a bit more, we may build a ramp or something out front, the house has had one before, but folks would party till 4am + the neighbors/landlord gave it the 86, like peter piper. i think that's the only way i'll keep skating, it's much easier to just step outside and session for a bit, i don't have it in me to go all the way downtown, at least during the school year, neighbor's gotta work.
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the new training regimine is in full effect and i'm challenging juan martinez jr., esquire to an "awesome bod" contest like you haven't seen since the likes of 1989. actually, i've just been going to the gym, running a bit, and will prob swap the gym for yoga fairly soon, issa good for my neck, no? i just get too stressed to even go and that's a no good for my neck, yes?
LOSER MOVES TO DENVER MATCH
VS.
p.s. notice juan's shirt says 'super dork'. damn, my jimmy-z ish is hott.
neu!
the very inner of my being,
it is impenetrable.
you will always be on the outside of it.
drei fuer 2005
1. less alcohol.
2. more yoga.
3. no mas chica loco.
Where dreams come true.
20 hr trip both ways, we were rolling in the 300m.
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had a good time in la, for the evenings we went out to star shoes, jumbo's, lucky's, and some loft parties. the best food we ate was at this indian spot, electric lotus. watched life aquatic again, whiskey + pepsi tastes funny, but got the night started off right. it rained quite a bit, we roamed around town during the day, picked up music at amoeba, etc.
it was good to see folks i hadn't seen in the 3+ years. same ol' ish, just older. big nate is quite the law breaking lawyer; alcohol mischieve mostly. texas-represent to the fullest.
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the game was hott, stuposdidly we were on tv for a while. people were into it, we won, it was nice.
all day long.
hugs?
TEXAS, what.
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resolutions at 11.
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