chaosmonkey

Another hot summer day spent in the cool embrace of technology.

I'm waking up early, still. Even after just staying up late listening to Fleetwood Mac on vinyl and reading comics. You'd think after something like that I'd be relaxed enough to sleep past noon. No such luck.

I love seeing all these new girls just pop up. Especially Sparkle. She's an incredibly cute thang,...
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"Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead" is really a very funny play. I think I may like this whole Louisville Shakespeare company thing. Too bad I didn't have any money to donate tonight. Rosencrantz was played by a foxy lady, which added an interesting dimension to things. The only funnier Shakespeare-related piece I've seen is the production of Hamlet in Kyle Baker's The Cowboy Wally Show....
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When I'm sad, I sit around because I don't know what else to do with myself.

When I'm happy, I sit around because I don't know what else to do with myself.

What is that, anyhow? Monopolarity?

I'm staying home tonight. I've been almost-sick most of the week. The concensus is that my friends and I have either been partying too hard, or there was...
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I suppose I can put something else up here now, though not much has happened. It took me about an hour to wind down after the show last night, even after being on the road for two hours. I love seeing my favorite bands live. I know it seems pretty fucking obvious, but you shut up. I don't think I've been wholly disappointed by any...
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Things I learned/saw/heard on my trip to Indianapolis:

- New Albany cops like cheap Chinese food

- A minivan towing an SUV, which has to be the epitome of gross

- Even though the White Stripes are just some dude with a guitar and some chick on drums, they can absolutely kick ass all over a room full of people

- Hipsters hate frat boys,...
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Off I go for more fun in Indianapolis with a good friend to meet more good friends, drink some good beer, and hear some good tunes. I'm all worked up about the White Stripes. If you see a guy there that looks like me, that's me, so say hi to him.

"You feel that in your face, Silent Bob!? Wahoo, nooch!"

I've been whistling. I've been listening to The Doors and fucking WHISTLING ALONG.

Is this what it's like to be rich and always fear something's going to come along and fuck it all up? Someday you'll wake up and it'll all be gone? And why does it not feel that bad?

Whistling. Goddamn.

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

I'm resting up from another weekend of debauchery. I ate more this weekend than I did last. So many people, so much food and intoxicants. And I still managed to find my ass in front of a computer. Sheesh.

I read comics while everyone set off fireworks outside. That shit's too loud for my sensitive little ears.

I swam...
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My friend knows a guy who smoked up with Screech. Fucking Screech.

He also knew a band that did two songs about Saved by the Bell characters. "Kelly Kapowski," and "Jessie, Please Don't Take Those Pills."

And one of his former roommate's friends was on The New Class.

I'm not going to say my life is fucked up because of this, because my friend's must...
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I am a drunken monkey.

That is all.

Monkey

It's been a long time since I've talked to someone who understands everything I say. And I've said a lot to her. Like most everyone else worth talking to I've found as of late, she lives far away.

Smart, funny, cute, angry, bitter, sweet, depraved... way down in Florida.

I'm having a great week; things seem like they can only get greater, if only.

Back from partying. What a weekend. All I did was eat and smoke and drink beer and swim and smoke and eat. And I saw My Morning Jacket last night, Louisville's premier rock-a-roll band. They rocked my rolls, lemme tell ya. You should see them if they come near you, since they're hardly ever in Louisville anymore.

I am sleepy. And I have to party...
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