i work at borders. its a job, what else can i say?
ive been getting mysterious phone calls from people of my past. is this supposed to happen/.
for awhile there i was creatively arid. now i have 4 projects going. 3 bands and some other non descript artsy fartsy thing.
my parents are psychotic assholes.
i have no romantic interests to pursue or even fantasize about. Boring with a capital B to say the least.
i think im gonna get a mark ryden-style bumble bee tattooed on me somewhere. any ideas where?
ive been reading good books lately. rilke's letters to a young poet, kissing in manhattan, a girl named zippy, etc etc etc.
can someone please inspire me. or think of ways to? pretty please with a cherry on top?