when am i supposed to say so long?

i can't find some things i want to find good grief i was just getting attached to that pen...
japanese denim though-- you can really feel the difference.

i simply cannot bring myself to convert all these MLA formatted documents to Chicago style...it seems to me that there ought to just be a computer program that could do that by now. i mean have you seen AdobeIllustrator? that shit is crazy! So why not AdobeCiter? why not, adobe?

twin peaks twin peaks it always comes back to you.

no sign of the chupacabra lately-- thylacine obsession remains however.

i really smell like deep frying. that's not terribly appealing.

None of these things go together. Stream of consciousness blogosphere. James Joyce is rolling over in his grave. Rolling with laughter at my blogosphere jokes that is. Is that even how you spell 'blogosphere'? It's almost less embarassing to spell it wrong probably.

i can hear dogs fighting outside and i want them to shut up. I can't believe they don't shut up. Everything else is certainly shutting up. This weekend marks the end of Midnight Sun Fine Chinese Clubbing and Dining Hall, Diamond Tooth Gerties Palace of Watered-Down Sin, Riverwest Muffout Bistro and White Food Factory, and Antoinette's. Soon Bumgay's will join the crowd. And then why go anywhere but Downtown at the Downtown/Pit/Eldo i guess.
Good grief.
At least i got one last game of Terra Questa in.


Changed the black label can. Big mistake. Huge.


just wait til i draft a letter, Carling you shortsighted aesthetically challenged fucks.

sank into your dreams

makes me cry:



i saw a chupacabra/fox with severe mange in my yard last night



{it looked like this fox with mange in wales-- i will try to get a photo if it comes back}

at the time i was just spooked and confused and uncertain, but now somehow through the "magic" of "feelings", a fucking mangy fox/chupacabra has brought back all my mystery creature fascinations (which admittedly weren't really all that gone anyhow) and odd and unsettling childhood memories of seeing pictures of a thylacine in a book and just wanting to see one so badly, only to discover they were already all gone and my out-of-date book had led me astray. I don't know why it still matters to me, but it does.