los angeles


atlanta


seattle


edinburgh


dublin


tokyo

all the places i've been or need to go to. well not counting ohio and las vegas and florida, where i've lived. or italy, france, denmark, germany, alaska, hawaii...well, fuck it, this is obviously a pretty non-sensical journal entry. shit, i've never even lived in florida. my grandparents have. what the fuck am i thinking?

i think i want to do some travelling this year. that's the point. i've been two years without a vacation. three years without seeing my dad. time to make some juice. i don't feel grounded.

***later.

the politics of irony aren't effective anymore. only propaganda sells. there are no answer to a million silent questions. only what is true in my heart. i need to listen to its midnight rhythms. i need to follow its ancient, agonized speech. i will not be your jesus. i need to find out why i am here.

***still later. in fact, the next day.

i'm either going to delete everything from my page or cry in my beer. and i don't have any beer. oh, poo on these idle threats. you people have done nothing wrong. you are real, right? you do all actually exist? you're not a bunch of fat sweaty greek men oozing cheap cologne and pizza from your pores, hanging out in basements that smell like gasoline and moose shit, posting pictures of girls and boys and pretending to be them, right? this is not what's happening?

ladies and gentlemen, welcome to monkeybutt's midlife crisis. more fun and wackiness to ensue.