just so we can feel something.

"In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."

wake up tomorrow mourning.

you know... i fucking HATE moving. it is a pain in my fat ass. especially in san francisco. after sorting through my clothes, i decided to get my house phone up and running so that people can hear my voice again, and vice versa, seeing as i have been phoneless for 2 months. not my choice.
naturally, plugging in the phone started a tech war with the internet, so i am back to being phoneless again until i go get a filter.
fuck filters. fuck the internet. i have relocated to linney's room because my computer won't connect to the internet anymore. somehow plugging in the phone has cost me all forms of communication. see, i told you i have bad luck with phones.
i put up a bunch of my old art on my myspace. i don't know why. i'm clearly never going to utilize any of my actual talents for anything. plus it was only stuff that could fit int a scanner so that's basically just a bunch of shitty sketches.
i am going to stop writing in here for right now because i just realized that i sound like a complaining, negative, cow when i am actually not in a bad mood at all.

the first cut is the deepest.

i've decided to start a blog.
why? no good reason. i like that it becomes an online record of thoughts and ideas. plus, myspace is boring.
i moved yesterday. around the corner. seems easy enough, but was actually one of the hardest moves i've ever done. tons of hill. tons of stair. three times as much space. same rent. less roommates.
i'm mentally and physically exhausted. i'm tired. i hunger for change, and i'm taking steps in the direction of doing so. go team!
i did something very unlikely. i took a sip from a watered down coke tonight. i had put my cigarette out in it ten minutes prior. that's a fun game.