happy thanksgiving and all that jazz.
once again, someone rang the doorbell a few minutes ago. "whatever," said I. I put my headphones back on. then-- and here's the kicker-- I heard footsteps upstairs.
I took my headphones off again.
now there are any number of people who will walk in our front door without warning, but none of them, I think, would ring the doorbell first.
so anyway, I just got done checking every room in the house with a baseball bat in hand. yeah, I remembered to peek behind the shower curtain. didn't look under my roomate's bed though, now that I think of it.
I'm not too worried. I don't remember hearing the door open or close (it's a pretty big goddamn door) so maybe I was hallucinating.
or maybe I'm about to get my throat slit.
on wednesday I shot myself again. this time it was a little more serious: kchunk right in the wrist! I missed all my bones and tendons. I didn't bleed to death when I foolishly yanked the nail out, so apparently I missed that artery too.
I did not win the powerball this week.
last weekend I got hit in the head with a flying power strip at a rock show.
saw stars briefly, which was kind of cool.
it was a lot more funny than painful... I knew the guitarist who threw it and he bought me a shot. the moral of this story: I will never be a ninja, because my reflexes suck.
so yeah, life has been fraught with danger and intrigue, blood and beatings. I wouldn't have it any other way.
this weekend I have to buy a car. I just have to do it, no choice. if I didn't have to also find a new apartment and move in the next 13 days, I could buy a nice-ish car. as it is, it's gonna be another beater. ah well, I'll probably just wreck it anyway.
track #4 on turin's never ending mix tape is called witness and it's by bright channel. it's guitar-licious!
once again, someone rang the doorbell a few minutes ago. "whatever," said I. I put my headphones back on. then-- and here's the kicker-- I heard footsteps upstairs.
I took my headphones off again.
now there are any number of people who will walk in our front door without warning, but none of them, I think, would ring the doorbell first.
so anyway, I just got done checking every room in the house with a baseball bat in hand. yeah, I remembered to peek behind the shower curtain. didn't look under my roomate's bed though, now that I think of it.
I'm not too worried. I don't remember hearing the door open or close (it's a pretty big goddamn door) so maybe I was hallucinating.
or maybe I'm about to get my throat slit.
on wednesday I shot myself again. this time it was a little more serious: kchunk right in the wrist! I missed all my bones and tendons. I didn't bleed to death when I foolishly yanked the nail out, so apparently I missed that artery too.
I did not win the powerball this week.
last weekend I got hit in the head with a flying power strip at a rock show.
saw stars briefly, which was kind of cool.
it was a lot more funny than painful... I knew the guitarist who threw it and he bought me a shot. the moral of this story: I will never be a ninja, because my reflexes suck.
so yeah, life has been fraught with danger and intrigue, blood and beatings. I wouldn't have it any other way.
this weekend I have to buy a car. I just have to do it, no choice. if I didn't have to also find a new apartment and move in the next 13 days, I could buy a nice-ish car. as it is, it's gonna be another beater. ah well, I'll probably just wreck it anyway.
track #4 on turin's never ending mix tape is called witness and it's by bright channel. it's guitar-licious!
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i have this radio that makes a range of different "soothing" noises. I used to listen to it all the time when i had my crazy busy schedule and i'd have to catch naps whenever i could. There's a particular sound , the thunderstorms one, that i associate with being tired and exhausted, and watning to sleep. Now, whenever I hear it, I fall right asleep, within minutes.
wanna borrow it?