whatiwas

i am in san francisco again.

i am in san franciscco for the weekend.


life is odd.

(breaking a "no-blogging" rule I'd imposed upon myself, I speak.)


pen and ink is far too slow to make the act of thinking worthwhile; my language doesn't flow anymore unless it comes faster than i can re-think it. my better judgement's been failing me a lot lately, i can't help it, i need to make everyone around me happy enough so i either get left...
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i got and lost a new iPod.

a greater tragedy tried to contact me a month ago. i wasn't paying attention.

hm.

No livejournal anymore.

Things I'll never say to my bar customers...


"...Look, fuckhead, let's pretend I know how to do my job and you don't. I suspect it'll be fairly easy for the both of us."


"...actually, you sucked."


"...I have no desire to hear that song right now unless you handsomely compensate me."


"Shut the fuck up."


"I'm going to kill you right now."

the bar is the bar, i want to go out and walk around in the rain like i did when i had no money and no future and wished i were dead most of the time.

but then i think of the sex i'd be giving up and i realize that life is little without someone warm to go home to, and that even the...
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Another night at the karaoke bar, looking at Echo sets and missing seeing her more than anything else.

I think the last time I saw her, we hung out at My Father's Place (the restaurant), where I bought her dinner,

ready for the night to end.

I'm bored and tired, ripping songs from my cd's onto this new 12" powerbook i bought something like a week ago. I'm not interested in doing much of anything other than not working, I need the sleep, I need the time with my girlfriend (god, I still have one of those, it's been exactly nine months,

I suppose a random update reaffirming my existence is worthwhile.

There.

More tonight if I have the time.