have been really cool. just like old times, i guess, right down to the 'everything is falling apart' feeling of it all. the random encounters with friends, the absurdity of it all, the mild touch of drama...i love it. i wish there were more nights like that to remind me that there are still good things in the world and that good times can still be had.
jay frankett is an alright guy. im glad we hang out.
brock lesner is still a fucking douche.
the new repairman jack novel is really, really fucking good. i read the first chapter tonight at barnes and noble and, had jay and i not had to flee the scene, probably read at least half of it.
loneliness, and all of the shit associated with it, can fucking suck it. i want to kiss and be kissed, touch and be touched, and so on and so forth. im not some lame crybaby weiner (not much of one, anyone) who just wants to be in a relationship to feel validated; i just want someone to be with, and to hold, and stay warm with in these coming winter months. i want to fall asleep under thick blankets in a cold bedroom with my arms around someone, someone who's shoulder i can kiss in the time right before falling asleep, and lots of other stupid and weakminded shit that i loathe but at the same time miss terribly.
the girl in thunderheist's 'jerk it' video is achingly adorable. criminally adorable.wackily adorable.
fuck. this is probably the fourth time in as many nights that i've found myself awake at this time. i simply cant fall asleep or stay asleep.
thanksgiving soon. food!
i'll be in kutztown this weekend for the black atlantic show, and im probably going to crash on the couch of the house of some wonderful friends. get at me if you want to hang out. go to see the black atlantic.
thats pretty much it.
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