dirtyground

someone fucking explain Mulholland Drive to me. i liked it. i just got lost in the last half hour. and theres no feeling i hate more than not knowing what the fuck is going on.

cheers to dearestemily for getting me on the list for Louis XIV and cheers to John Malkovich (yes, malkovich malkovich) for a fun Tuesday night.

want to see something really embarassing? me 5 years ago. i implore you to look at the pictures, i really do. i've come a long way, baby. that page hasn't been updated since fucking Cheryl Chapin broke up with me. jesus. that was so long ago.

i got asked to dj Rodan again in july.

my acting teacher says i should seriously consider writing. i don't know what kind he means. i wrote a monologue for class and he took it and said 'this is fucking good. you're a fucking good writer'. thats the only positive thing he's said to me the whole semester.

i got asked to join a band. theyre called There Must Be Others.

i got asked to write for a comedy troupe. we shall see if that materializes.

this is a fucking amazing book. i can tell you where half of the streets he mentions are. i fucking love San Francisco.

i NEED to get out to Minneapolis soon so i can see my girlfriend. this lonlieness brings all the boys to the yard. i'd teach you, but i'd have to charge. damn right, its better than yours.

fuck.

♥n