I have taken a big shit on my abilities by not using them. I realized an invisible protosentence ago I don't have what it takes anymore. And this is because I use to write daily and now I write dutty. Dutty meaning unclean and not good.

(Although dutty is sometimes how we do.)

Drinking for the first time in two months proved a lot to me. One, that I DEFINITELY can never subsist on doing it. And two, that it makes me INVINCIBLE. No, not really. It makes me more prone to argue. In addition to these startling startlations, I learned that martinis are rarely ever worth the skrilla.

Soured and fermented Welsh's white grape. I swear to Jew Lord Ezekeonicus that's all it is. Not even fit for females.

+___+ HI SEXISM +___+

Speaking of the war of the roses, how about dem dem's takin back mah congress. Hoo whee, I feel like I ACTUALLY went in there and took what was mine. And that would be my right to bear myself to females by saying I am a totally not bigoted, brah, liberal.

I sound like I'm h8in, but really, I'm MODERATE.

Tags: desertations, dissertations, sexism, the devil
Current Location: In a Jengalike stack of other humans
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: rad tunes

People who have the largest vocabularies forget the most words. And to me, it's better to not have ever known those words.

Asobi Seksu turned out to be pretty sweet. Although, the amount of facial hair and unreasonable persperation made a sort of human fondue in the center of the living room. And of course a few aging hipster brats tried to ruin it for people, but I didn't care once I started drinking. Some guy Brian works with gave the seemingly apropos "white suburban punk" lecture. My even then sullied mind managed to turn him into a intellectual newt. Not that bragging rights are allowed through this, but I thought it a small victory.

Also, he's 48, stills sees righteousness in impractical politics and is retarded.

Growing out of the xerox age was a hard thing for me to do. I don't see why other people are still talking about train hopping to frisco and stupid postpubescent cop out shit. I mean especially 48 year old ogres in camo shorts. Punk rock is a tootsie pop and when you get to the center you turn into a douche.

I have plenty of modest, humble friends who consistantly prove all the above wrong, but I still find ignoble shitmen like the bearded fascist discouraging.

Anyway, birthday weekend is coming up. Joaquin wants to give me a nyquil soaked blunt. I may be sittin' sideways in the near future.

Tags: hipsters, house shows, love of everything
Current Location: stinksville
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: soft acoustic strumming from a place beneath me

New journal. No venting.

Tags: altruism, beginning
Current Mood: blank
Current Music: Xiu Xiu - Boy Soprano

Asobi Seksu tommorrow, tonight really. Hopefully I'm cool enough to be allowed in. Tommorrow, I will live amongst the prized breed.

Tags: bands, future nostalgia
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Xiu Xiu still...