johnotronic

Managed to piss off at least one member of the SG Virgins group. Unintentionally, of course. I think I was trying to convey something about how I feel about this whole situation, that my virginity is actually more a side-effect of my inability to relate to people on an intimate level than it is a moral decision based on vague and perhaps mythical ideas of...
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I worked an overnight shift tonight. Floor change and what not. Pretty lousy.

Came home to a mostly-full twelver of High Life and the SG boards. I should sleep. Class tomorrow. But I've one beer to go, and Ernest Scared Stupid is on.

I still can't believe Jim Varney is dead. What about Slinky Dog?!?

I promise, I'll go to bed once he says "How...
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I hate art students. Creators of art. Purveyors of art. So elite, so different. So superior. Sometimes I think "pretension" can be used to replace the word "art." Think about it. "I'm majoring in art (pretension)."

Yet at the same time I have a desire to create that burns like the urination of a gonorrhea patient. Be it an urge to achieve some sort of...
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Sometimes I want to be with Erin, other times I want to simply be her.

Beautiful. Talented. Intelligent. Hell, I'd take one of those three at this point.

She took the recent Stormy set. See what I mean? Talented. You already knew the beautiful and intelligent parts from looking at her sets and reading her journal posts.

Stop me if I get creepy.

Do you want to know why my drum set sits disassembled on my bedroom floor? Go see Mastodon and you'll understand. That kind of drumming is inhuman.

Clutch was great. The Clutch crowd was not. Too many frat boys, jock rockers, local fans, and hippies who just wanted to dance. The stoner rock and metal fans were left on the outside looking in. Were it...
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Man, Wooly Mammoth and fucking Hidden Hand were so good. That was a solid, solid show. Climbing near the top of shows, nestled in between Shellac and Superdrag.

Drank a bit. The Black Cat now has Pabst. A few million of those, factored in with the shot of tequila I took with the cute girl who couldn't have been twenty one that ended up talking...
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Hidden Hand tonight at the Black Cat. That's Wino from Spirit Caravan, folks. With Wooly Mammoth and Medic opening. Eight bucks, main stage, 9:30. Can't beat that with a Singaporian caning rod.

I'll be there, so say hi if you're feeling froggy and want to see what I'm all about. I'll try to make it easy to spot me by wearing my SG mesh hat,...
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So a girl came into the store yesterday. Jesus, she was cute. Not another cookie-cutter mallrat teenager, but rather a girl with her own personal style for a change. Great hair. Killer eyes, bespectacled. And a smile that made me want to pull out all my teeth with rusty pliers.

I don't know how to segue from "Do you need a dressing room?" to, "Fuck,...
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First day of school. For me, the very first. Since, um, high school. Ugh. Such a long way to go to get nowhere, I tell you.

I'm very passionate about my new job. That is, I very passionately hate it. I can't see myself lasting too long there. But then again, what else is there?

I'm simultaneously afraid of and destined for mediocrity.



The company...
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To whomever packed my mailbag at Suicide Girls HQ:

Thank you for putting over twenty stickers in the bag when I only ordered ten. Also, thank you for the Dandy Warhol stickers. And for the condom, though it's value is merely aesthetic at this point, what with the flame wrapper and the name Hot Rod.

So if you happen upon this, thank you muchly. I...
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