November 23rd, 2007
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June 10th, 2005
Inspired by
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keylarion
, a list of five songs in my head, currently:
The Jam "Town Called Malice"
Iggy Pop/Stooges "Gimmie Danger"
Dead Kennedys "Chemical Warfare"
Willie Williams "Armagideon Time"
the Chad Mitchell Trio "Drill Ye Tarriers Drill" (special thanks to
</span>annamatic
for turning me on to this li'l gem of a song)
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keylarion, a list of five songs in my head, currently:
The Jam "Town Called Malice"
Iggy Pop/Stooges "Gimmie Danger"
Dead Kennedys "Chemical Warfare"
Willie Williams "Armagideon Time"
the Chad Mitchell Trio "Drill Ye Tarriers Drill" (special thanks to
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annamaticfor turning me on to this li'l gem of a song)
</span>
February 4th, 2005
My cellphone got stolen last weekend.
I've talked to the Verizon people & had it disconnected & am in the process of getting a replacement.
So I'm not being rude by not calling anyone, and if any of you needs to reach me, I am available via emal, occasionally via IM, and at my folks' land-line number.
I've talked to the Verizon people & had it disconnected & am in the process of getting a replacement.
So I'm not being rude by not calling anyone, and if any of you needs to reach me, I am available via emal, occasionally via IM, and at my folks' land-line number.
January 10th, 2005
Not much to say, really.
I'm in the middle of a 7-day stretch of days of work.
I get up, go to work, come home, chat with people online for a bit, and go to bed.
That's about it.
I'd write more, but I don't really have much to say, nothing anyone needs to hear.
So it's probably going to be a while before I post anything here again.
Those who seek me, you know where to find me.
Later.
I'm in the middle of a 7-day stretch of days of work.
I get up, go to work, come home, chat with people online for a bit, and go to bed.
That's about it.
I'd write more, but I don't really have much to say, nothing anyone needs to hear.
So it's probably going to be a while before I post anything here again.
Those who seek me, you know where to find me.
Later.
December 29th, 2004
Boy, is this one's finger not on the pulse of my life:
IOU a real entry, coming as soon as I have enough energy to do it.
IOU a real entry, coming as soon as I have enough energy to do it.
tiredDecember 23rd, 2004
Thanks, Keylarion!
And thank you all of you, for reading my stuff.
And thank you all of you, for reading my stuff.
where the hell is everybody tonight?
where did all my friends go?
where did all my friends go?
boredDecember 14th, 2004
Mother mother,
There's too many of you crying
Oh, brother brother brother,
There's too many of you dying...
So...
Last night was genuinely fun. Hung out with Tom, Shawna, and a mutual friend of theirs whose name unfortunately slips my mind right now. We went to the Magic Stick and checked out a few rawk bands, then went over to Small's, which has one of the best jukeboxes in five counties. Had a good time.
Checked out my friend Tomoko's church today...it kind of reminds me of the UU Fellowship of Galveston in that it's small and kind of humble but the people there are really nice and they have an awesome minister. Then, on the way out of there, Tomoko forgot her cell phone and wallet there, which meant we had to go back to the church so she could grab 'em. Some Good Samaritans decided to take them for safe keeping, so we went to their house to get them, to find that they had gone out to lunch or something.
So we wound up camping out in front of these peoples' house until they showed up, and got to hang out with two very nice people. The man who lived there built a harpsichord that he let me play, which was a good thing, because I've had this little fragment of music going through my head for months that I always thought would sound good on that instrument. It did.
Now at my friend Robert's house for his birthday, everybody's watching violent Japanese movies and I'm not really into it right now.
Just got off the phone with Tom. More really bad shit has gone down.
Last Thursday or Friday, Tom got denied a promotion that he'd been trying to get for over a year, but instead got passed up for a guy he trained, so there was that to begin with.
In the space of one night, last night:
Our friends Greg and Jessica got DUI'd
Bruce, Tom's roommate, came back from a job training conference in Chicago and apparently had a really shitty time and now wants to quit
Shawna recieved the news that one of her friends was beaten to death by her husband
So things are pretty seriously fucked with my friends right now. And I'm over at the house of a bunch of other good friends of mine, and they're watching Japanese people kill each other. Ugh.
There's too many of you crying
Oh, brother brother brother,
There's too many of you dying...
So...
Last night was genuinely fun. Hung out with Tom, Shawna, and a mutual friend of theirs whose name unfortunately slips my mind right now. We went to the Magic Stick and checked out a few rawk bands, then went over to Small's, which has one of the best jukeboxes in five counties. Had a good time.
Checked out my friend Tomoko's church today...it kind of reminds me of the UU Fellowship of Galveston in that it's small and kind of humble but the people there are really nice and they have an awesome minister. Then, on the way out of there, Tomoko forgot her cell phone and wallet there, which meant we had to go back to the church so she could grab 'em. Some Good Samaritans decided to take them for safe keeping, so we went to their house to get them, to find that they had gone out to lunch or something.
So we wound up camping out in front of these peoples' house until they showed up, and got to hang out with two very nice people. The man who lived there built a harpsichord that he let me play, which was a good thing, because I've had this little fragment of music going through my head for months that I always thought would sound good on that instrument. It did.
Now at my friend Robert's house for his birthday, everybody's watching violent Japanese movies and I'm not really into it right now.
Just got off the phone with Tom. More really bad shit has gone down.
Last Thursday or Friday, Tom got denied a promotion that he'd been trying to get for over a year, but instead got passed up for a guy he trained, so there was that to begin with.
In the space of one night, last night:
Our friends Greg and Jessica got DUI'd
Bruce, Tom's roommate, came back from a job training conference in Chicago and apparently had a really shitty time and now wants to quit
Shawna recieved the news that one of her friends was beaten to death by her husband
So things are pretty seriously fucked with my friends right now. And I'm over at the house of a bunch of other good friends of mine, and they're watching Japanese people kill each other. Ugh.
December 13th, 2004
So last night, I wound up hanging out with a friend of mine, let's call her Tasha. We grabbed food, took in a movie ("Hero", at the dollar theatre---for those who haven't seen it in its first release, it's the best Jet Li movie I've seen since "Crouching Tiger"). Everything was going fine, and we were trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the evening. I hadn't seen another "friend" (quotations due to the fact that things have been pretty strained with this guy lately---he's a good guy in his own right and been my friend for a really long time, but his increasingly obnoxious behavior since I came back to Detroit has caused me to seriously question my friendship with the guy---let's call him "Geech") in a long time, so I figured what the hell, I'm all about getting friends from certain circles to mix with those in other circles, in the interest of trying to turn all my little insulated tribes of friends into a bunch of people who might get along with each other and maybe even become friends with each other.
Anyway, I called Geech up, he sounded happy to have company, and we picked up some beers and went over there.
Everything was going cool...my sweetheart is out of town visiting some friends for a birthday party, and she called me up and she said she'd call me back later when there was less noise on either end. It was awesome to hear from her and hear she was having a good time with her friends. Anyway, Tasha, Geech, and I were drinking beers and playing games and having a good old time, when Geech started making a lot of really off-hand, really fucked up, and yes, unfortunately, I thought, racist comments to Tasha, and the situation started to feel really ugly really quick...Tasha seemed to be at least polite about it, but I could tell it was getting to her and it was certainly getting to me, and after a while, we decided to get the hell out of there.
It was pretty late by then, and I was pretty drunk and feeling really distressed and anxious and frustrated, and all I could think of was talking to my sweetheart and telling her everything that happened.
I got her voice mail, and unfortunately, I let my frustration come through in the form of frustration at not being able to get ahold of her. So I tried calling her again a ridiculous amount of times over the night, as I lay in bed trying to sleep and trying to make sense of just what the fuck happened. I must have come off like a total psycho, but I just really wanted to talk to somebody about what happened and she was the only person I could think of at the time. After calling Tasha to apologize for putting her in that situation and for Geech's behavior, I felt a little better, but I still felt really shitty about calling E. up so many times in such messed-up condition. If she's reading this, I want to apologize profusely some more---these were extenuating circumstances, I was in a very, very fucked up head space. I hope you had a wonderful time this weekend with your friends, I never wanted to be the fly in your ointment during it, and I hope you'll accept my apology and my promise that I will never, ever act like that again.
Anyway, I called Geech up, he sounded happy to have company, and we picked up some beers and went over there.
Everything was going cool...my sweetheart is out of town visiting some friends for a birthday party, and she called me up and she said she'd call me back later when there was less noise on either end. It was awesome to hear from her and hear she was having a good time with her friends. Anyway, Tasha, Geech, and I were drinking beers and playing games and having a good old time, when Geech started making a lot of really off-hand, really fucked up, and yes, unfortunately, I thought, racist comments to Tasha, and the situation started to feel really ugly really quick...Tasha seemed to be at least polite about it, but I could tell it was getting to her and it was certainly getting to me, and after a while, we decided to get the hell out of there.
It was pretty late by then, and I was pretty drunk and feeling really distressed and anxious and frustrated, and all I could think of was talking to my sweetheart and telling her everything that happened.
I got her voice mail, and unfortunately, I let my frustration come through in the form of frustration at not being able to get ahold of her. So I tried calling her again a ridiculous amount of times over the night, as I lay in bed trying to sleep and trying to make sense of just what the fuck happened. I must have come off like a total psycho, but I just really wanted to talk to somebody about what happened and she was the only person I could think of at the time. After calling Tasha to apologize for putting her in that situation and for Geech's behavior, I felt a little better, but I still felt really shitty about calling E. up so many times in such messed-up condition. If she's reading this, I want to apologize profusely some more---these were extenuating circumstances, I was in a very, very fucked up head space. I hope you had a wonderful time this weekend with your friends, I never wanted to be the fly in your ointment during it, and I hope you'll accept my apology and my promise that I will never, ever act like that again.
