I will go down to Richmond today, even though 1) the art event is a little later than I'd hoped, 2) I'm not sure yet whether I'll run into anyone (but I think at least DCQ, maybe info/Isa)(I hope NC and Trysty).
I havne't done much of dick today, but I have two excuses 1) I took a little walk around what passes for the scenery here. The Hilton grounds and fake lake are nice, if covered with goose shit and too much road traffic surrounds all here. Could very well be my last opportunity to take a walk around here before my move (the weather this week looks utterly shit), 2) I expected the cable Tv people to call back. God, all I wanna do is let it lapse this Friday, after my last payment runs out.... for this, I have to sit around a phone for 2 fucking hours which are turning into 3 or more??? The cable TV company is shit (yes, shit again- this is The Shit Journal, although I'm not really that mad or anything; it is a decent tack for a mildly-passable journal though, going the swear-at-things route).
I think maybe I've taken the "luckiness" thing wrong. I mean, when I think that I found SG, and all my friends on it, solely from seeing a Punk Planet article in the fall of 2002... I mean, that day at Borders or wherever, it could've been buried behind Alternative Press or.... I dunno, is Raygun still in print?... so even though yeah, I'm far as hell away from most folks I like, I very well could've never ended up here at all.
I havne't done much of dick today, but I have two excuses 1) I took a little walk around what passes for the scenery here. The Hilton grounds and fake lake are nice, if covered with goose shit and too much road traffic surrounds all here. Could very well be my last opportunity to take a walk around here before my move (the weather this week looks utterly shit), 2) I expected the cable Tv people to call back. God, all I wanna do is let it lapse this Friday, after my last payment runs out.... for this, I have to sit around a phone for 2 fucking hours which are turning into 3 or more??? The cable TV company is shit (yes, shit again- this is The Shit Journal, although I'm not really that mad or anything; it is a decent tack for a mildly-passable journal though, going the swear-at-things route).
I think maybe I've taken the "luckiness" thing wrong. I mean, when I think that I found SG, and all my friends on it, solely from seeing a Punk Planet article in the fall of 2002... I mean, that day at Borders or wherever, it could've been buried behind Alternative Press or.... I dunno, is Raygun still in print?... so even though yeah, I'm far as hell away from most folks I like, I very well could've never ended up here at all.
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~cheers
i've had lots of fun with music over the years, and have a long post in planning about trying to explain it. i see you're afflicted similarly too. my first Grateful Dead show was with Dylan in '87. old Steely Dan brings me back to my childhood, and their live shows the last few years have been amazing, don't pass them up if you get the chance.