kaffeine

[spazz-out about privacy and how my big mouth runs off in my blog too often. deleted for your comfort.]

I've been testing a new method for getting my roommate out of the house, and it seems to be working: I turn on the radio when I wake up. We both win: he gets the fuck out of my hair, and he also gets to work on time. Too bad I'm absolutely useless in the house during the daytime. I need a day-only job.

I...
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Fuck this shit.

Today's a good day. Huzzah!

P.S. I rule.

I used to stare at a blank page, empty text box, new Word document, Post-It note, napkin, inside of a cigarette pack, back of a grocery receipt, bathroom stall, canvas backpack, print margin, or billing envelope, and words would just pour out. It were as though the possibility of written communication flipped a "bleed" switch of sorts for my "heart." (Devices like scare quotes and...
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I have had a flu. It's rendered me in a state similar to being a zombie, only without the clamoring for brains and whatnot. The fever has finally broken. I'll let you know when my glands shrink down to less-than-goiter-size.

It really doesn't help when the person trying to comfort you keeps talking about Captain Trips and insists you watch BBC reports about the new...
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The jackhammering hasn't stopped. I have started to believe it will never stop. Eventually, it will become a way of life, like racing my roommates to the shower in the morning, or hiding food in my dresser drawers (from both cats and roommates). Perhaps I will adopt it as part of my reclaimed-industrial-pseudo-glamour apartment lifestyle.

And that's all about my living situation for today, since...
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Ok, so the little project has been neglected. I guess it's just another one of those things that will never get completed. I hate that, the fact that a lot of things I try to get done stagnate.

Anyhow, I'm trying to get my apartment to look somewhat decent. Something which is nearly impossible, given that I live with two guys who never contribute a...
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migraine. bad. write later.

Two things:

1) I have no idea where my new profile pic went. I woke up today, and it was gone. POOF!

2) Doubleyouteeeff! Sorry, you've done such a good job, we're firing you. You've pointed out how we've failed as a government to help protect the environment our citizens live in, so you're now out of a job. And this just after Harper pledged...
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(This is more just as a reminder to myself to print/write this down somewhere, but I thought I'd make it public, as it seems relevant to all the creative-types who visit my humble SG blog.)

Brian Eno on outside suggestions and his creative process:

"The problem is that people nearly always prefer what I was doing a few years earlier - this has always been...
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(cross-posted to death)

I am a pervert. I get off on things that make other people uncomfortable; I get excited over minutiae which most people would gladly sweep under the rug. I only like to have sex with people who are willing to humour my weird fantasies. My perversion, my kink, is intimacy.

I desire secrets, thoughts, fears, ideas, wild aspirations. I crave tiny moments...
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