I just got back from Freaknight! well outta the shower really. I went to an after party and then an after after friends house get together. That was the best.
i tried to go to a usc party once but the venue kept getting changed on the day of the party, and then i stood in line in the rain for 2 hours even though i'd just gotten over being sick... still, i was tempted to go to see de la soul.
good to hear you had fun. did you dress up at all?
Oh, I didn't know you had earn your way to the magic underpants. I just assumed all Mormons wore those.
And that's freakish that you went to the Temple o' Lies to baptize the dead. I simply cannot believe it actually happens. I think there should be laws against it, really.
I can't remember the first thing I did the last time I was free of my emotional baggage from a relationship. Come to think of it, I don't know that I AM free of my emotional baggage from my last relationship. I don't like to write off friendships when relationships end, so sometimes it becomes a long process of disentanglement that doesn't always have a clear end.
Thanks for the post in my journal... What's the pendant you're wearing in the "candy" set? Looks like either a 7 pointed star or a Kali. Some of your poses are very yoga looking...
(note this is a long little post that will prob. only be interesting to echo for everyon else)
i have not got the pillow fight cut because I took a job...can't believe this...someone has actually offered a job where I can sorta set my own hours and still be pretty free...at an ad agency here...so I have been working for the man...but our boy Tom is going to take a pass at the footage first, see if he can bust some commercials- then I'll bust it...
in the meantime if you have high speed go to
http://www.musicvideoinsider.com/
and you can see the rest of the King Black Acid video...
I will also probably include it in the forthcoming DVD for you...
here, here sister!!! hear yah... as for me...art would be my favorite therapeutic choice... of course with a beer and a toke... since i'm tired of the ol' way that i've noticed i react to life (ie. depression=boozin'+self-neglect +etc) so i'm working on figuring out what i use against myself, and letting it go... as for therapy...well, from the insanely bizzare history i've had, many have been in awe that i haven't pursued therapy (or perhaps that was their polite way of suggesting it ) but, i don't know, i guess i'm still fighting off a deep loathing for the pyschological institution... long story... but anyway, i've always also thought that know one can understand me as well as i can....cause i'm me... but objective opinion can be insightful...just don't take on anymore fucking labels...i think 'mental branding' can be dangerous. i mean hell, we're all 'crazy' for carlos sake... just some of us a bit more than others
~p.s. i didn't mean for my journal to appear as an apocalyptic war cry...ok, so maybe i did just a little...but not in a an arm to arm kind of way (or bomb to bomb for that matter)....i don't believe in war...i just think that we're already in one...we've been in one for a long long time...we're being attacked (we being the poor, weak, accused, workers, environment, etc.)...i feel this, i see this all the time...represented in the homeless 'crazies' that we've got spare changin' out in the streets because our healthcare system bailed on them in the reagan era....but the point is that i was just going off (like i would in my actual journal) on a mental jaunt on how much the suffering of the world weighs on my mind. and yet, feeling the slightness of not knowing what to do...what can i do...the little things i suppose...like acting against the immediate injustices i see happening around me...or something..oh i don't know..shit, could this comment be any longer??? oh, anyway, nice to meet you
I feel like an Italian soda. Thick sauce at the bottom, light bubbles on the top and fluffy whipped cream on the top where others where caressing me with their tongues.
I hope that party makes you feel better, Echo. I've been going through a pretty bad bout of depression myself and I know how much it sucks. Please don't kill yourself -- you're too damn cute (and I'm sure a whole lot more than that to boot)
every winter i feel like i've woken up in the wrong day for the whole thing. i think it's the town we live in. you should come here and be in the beautiful creepy uk universe.
it's just a feeling, like a feeling of utter shit, but it does end, even if only for a little while before it comes back. i'm trying to learn to fucking store that stuff up for when it sucks again.
"There's an alien baby in my lava lamp."
Only a quote like this would show up in Echo's journal!
love it