wild_zero

look, there was much productivity today. instead of the third eye, what i got was a pretty solid job offer and may i soon end this crazy notion that i can spend my way out of a real job. in other news, not only am i *awesome* but i wrote six pages today towards what will be known as "journal zero."

so, here's what my project entails. i write 20 notebooks, filled my rants, story segments, life insights, and other melodramatic crap. and then, i hand it off to a near total stranger. the idea here is to create some atom of writing that can't be reproduced (easily). divulging such daily meanderings means that atlanta will be exposed to me as a writer, and i'll hopefully gain some kind of underground fame (hey, at least 20 people will know who i am).

at least, this is the basic notion of what i'd like to do for the next 2 (!) years (my projected time of completion of this exercise).

well, an overtly distinctive "yes!" does not signal approval. simply, one must hold out the hope (and not the Fear).

oh jesus. winamp is a harsh mistress. she just played leonard cohen's "a thousand kisses deep" followed by nin's "the downward spiral" -- yes, fellow citizens, this is entirely too much. but that's ok. we'll destroy those robots come christmas. whatever that's supposed to mean.

mood: