calvinamil

a friend of mine said that it was sad that i didn't keep a journal. it didn't hit me initially, but then later on the bus across town, i just lost it, right there in front of crazy skippy, two cambodian kids from la salle, and this girl all dressed up and ready for real estate.
no one reacted to my tears, but i knew then that i did need to have a journal. so this is it, i hope to avoid any more emotional pile ups on public transportation.
i think this journal may make a man out of me yet.

for starters i would like to use some smiley faces, as an example of antics that are totally unacceptable in my journal

that was the first installment of what i like to call "shit that just don't fly"
moving on.
if anyone in the providence rhode island area reads this, on saturday there will be a balls-to the-fucking face hard-as you wanna be-night-o-synth-pop-drop-and roll at the Oakie st. Observatory (providence's last DIY venue) free pabst for every card carrying hipster.
some excitement goes as follows:
calvinamil, also known as amil, also known as videogametester, will be hitting various record stands sometime next year, release date tentative. yeah i'm getting signed, whatever!
(note to readers: whilie reading the last "whatever!" reader should take the liberty of imagining calvinamil/amil/videogametester jumping and pumping his skinny fist in the air.)
ok,
well i heard there was a website that payed cute hipser dudes to take there cloths off. i first off, i wonder who the fuck would actually pay money to see emaciated/glasses wearing/and probably vegan guys naked! and secondly whats the url, i'm in.
ok thats it, go live your own life