it’s 3:34.
- the mustache is gone. the molester look wasn’t working out.
- i’m applying to advertising school. so i can pay cash. and get a portfolio. and produce stuff. is it possible to teach creativity? perhaps i am unpopped kernel. ad school is the microwave.
- i am the king of procrastination.
- i want to travel. and travel i shall. new zealand. australia. thailand. join the protesters and fight the chinese in Lhasa. Dalai lama here i come. make me some lentils and i will do your bidding.
- i’m traveling. hence, the move out of santa monica, back to the valley, airports, planes, trains, and australians. Los Angeles, you were never mine to begin with.
- It’s hard to be creative on demand. never realized that.
- I’m listening to a lot of Cut Copy. they are the shizza and you should pandorize them. or last fm them.
- why did i buy all this stuff? why do i still have it?
- my brother gil turned 23. i made him a card with using pictures of a jewish orthodox laundromat owner. the copy: not your average hyphenated american. he laughed. i enjoyed making the card. its my zen time. tell me when your birthday is and I’ll make you one. i just need a few magazines to chop up.
- it is sunny. and it stopped being so fucking windy. what is with you. the palm trees a mile away are still standing, but dancing, leaning, bending in her graces.
- it’s time for us all to stop worrying and start living.
- that about wraps it up.
2nd April.
Still upset at me?