Yes, I'm still here -- just not here, rather I am there, in Pullman. Holy crap! This town has no Thai restaurants! What the fuck. I found one sushi place, which blows, and the Chinese places, so far, have used spaghetti noodles as a staple -- I'd be just as well off if I were to eat Chinese in a mall.
Otherwise, the show is on the road -- though I'm staring down the barrel at many changes and a couple of career moves. All for the better, not that it has been off track, though.
Today I finally got my cable and internet installed, so no more running to my office every time I need on the Web -- this also means more SG time, I suppose, though I'm not as hot on SG as I was last spring. Not that anyone who would read this would be, but further out from my SG circle I've discovered quite a few posers and even more haters. Maybe somebody ought to remind us what it is to be a punk, an individual, someone with the junk to live without worry and to experience others without fucking judging every person they, for some unwarranted reason, feel threatened by. What I'm saying is shut the fuck up and enjoy each other -- most importantly, quit givin' a shit what someone who doesn't even know your name thinks about the ink you picked off the wall. Just get inked, go to the shows you want to go to, and keep peeing in the shower - even if you're with someone else >> it's just feels right.
Any elitists out there? Fuck you. Judgers? Fuck you, too. Haters, I hate you.
Everyone else, nice to talk to you again!
Otherwise, the show is on the road -- though I'm staring down the barrel at many changes and a couple of career moves. All for the better, not that it has been off track, though.
Today I finally got my cable and internet installed, so no more running to my office every time I need on the Web -- this also means more SG time, I suppose, though I'm not as hot on SG as I was last spring. Not that anyone who would read this would be, but further out from my SG circle I've discovered quite a few posers and even more haters. Maybe somebody ought to remind us what it is to be a punk, an individual, someone with the junk to live without worry and to experience others without fucking judging every person they, for some unwarranted reason, feel threatened by. What I'm saying is shut the fuck up and enjoy each other -- most importantly, quit givin' a shit what someone who doesn't even know your name thinks about the ink you picked off the wall. Just get inked, go to the shows you want to go to, and keep peeing in the shower - even if you're with someone else >> it's just feels right.
Any elitists out there? Fuck you. Judgers? Fuck you, too. Haters, I hate you.
Everyone else, nice to talk to you again!
If I didn't dig the pics, I'd probably just mouth off and get zotted. But the hope that Stormy or Voltaire will post another set makes me just sit back, and enjoy the few friends I have made - I met Hotpockets for a beer not too long ago - and just chill.
I wish other people would do likewise.
My personal life pretty much sucks right now. I try not to think about it too often, or complain. I'll give you a call. Let me know when you're back in P-town.
and I agree about the elitest-ness as it were. but the site gives me something to do. as sad as that sounds...
hope all is well.