_chris_

so... i'm sitting here at li and maia's house. typing on my vaio. i can't budge this piece of delicate machinery, sitting here on my lap, for fear that my sketchy-ass network card will slide the tiniest bit and cut my shit off. nevertheless, i'm browsing shit as usual. i'm not sure how to get flash-type shit to work yet, i don't know how to make it work in linux. it's not even a big deal, really... more something to set as a goal to work towards for, or something along those lines. i don't know what i'm talking about anyway, really.

a little while ago, we were all sitting here watching "spend an evening with saddle creek" and it was fucking awesome, but for whatever reason, someone paused the dvd player, and now we're watching different skate videos off hustlecoke.com, which is equally awesome...

yep.

i wish i had something dramatic, something poignant to talk about, but nothing ever comes to mind. i guess i'm boring. there's nothing else to say, nothing that can be done at this point. i pay attention to the "wrong" things over the course of my day-to-day existence, i guess. mentally considering and toiling over the obscurities of both popular and not-so-popular culture, the things that appeal to me consist solely of a purely sentimental or nostalgic value, and when it comes down to it, everything that i own, everything that i am, boils down to nothing more than an elaborate inside joke of sorts... if there were a way to cash in on everything, i'd probably be left with a average-sized handful of change...

sometimes this is depressing. today is no different, but there's a hint of hopefulness and inspiration there, as well...

i think i might quit my job tomorrow. who knows? it's total fucking bullshit, but i don't have something "lined up" for this occasion, so i'm undestandably reluctant to actually go about it, but... you never can tell.

i'm almost out of cigarettes. i'm probably going to have to do something about that, sometime within the next hour or so...

-chris-