to the drifters !

fraaaance. so much bread i can't even DEAL with it.

just give me a scene where the music is free and the beer is not the life of the party

okay so,
POST SCRIPT:

last summer there was one evening and one succession of events that went something like this:
buffalo, monika, The Plan, Tops, the Loverings, brutally rebuffed, speeding ticket (in a DRIVEWAY), simp3, and finally, the aPex... tping martz's house.
the next morning, we rose to find his parents had cleaned it up quite well, unfortunately.
there are many possible/plausible objections one may have to tp-ing, including:
-it's immature
-it's wasteful
-it's illegal

but these critics fail to realize the immense joy one can get from a well-tped home at 3 am on a saturday eve. and these critics also don't know martz. so this summer, it will be tp pt. 2
except
instead
we're going to sew a bunch of sheets together,
cover them with a mind map about Sojourner Truth,
and put it over his house.

oh man. let the games begin, martz... let the games begin.

beeeeerzz

i don't know how to handle this much free time!

so the main attractions of the greater buffalo area (specifically the southtowns, specifically orchard park) are as follows: chicken finger pizza and dancing at la luna. niagara falls? the bicycle museum? elmwood, et, art-music-crime, the BILLZ, "downtown"? trivial. unsubstantial.

i bought one adapter from one very old man. come to think of it, most everything i've bought since being back has been from the elderly. orchard park has more funeral homes than anyplace i've ever been. and the best hidden cemetary of all time.

new, uber-hip glasses to replace the ones lost to the tides of detroit. the ones i first chose were veritably rejected by the (elderly) man who was filling my arms with the best-selling, most expensive, hippest frames available to date. i closed my eyes, pointed my finger, said "give me that one", and booked it the hell out of there.

infidelity on the vernal equinox

HONK 4 PEACE PIMP AFI
yes it's true.

bufffffalo!

"Events, dear boy, events."

another of those flushed-cheek genius-inducing latenights (again, it's not that late, but it's the promise of the latenight that makes it seem much later). but tonight... performance enhancers. i am a firm believer in the placebo effect. plus, i have been ingesting tea at approximately the same rate as oxygen.

in
-
tense
!

i am not in possession of a key to the front door of my own house; however, i am in possession of a key to a car that does not belong to me which is parked in a sketchy back alley at 18th and arapahoe.

speaking of,
i find keys a lot. i used to think this was symbolic or something, but maybe it's just that i'm the only person who's a big enough asshole to see a key and take it, rather than to leave it for its owner to hopefully return and joyously relocate it. but honestly, these thoughts never crossed my mind-- i forgot that a key is obviously a key to something, lost by someone, rather than a chance object meant for me to find. je suis le centre. i wonder.. if i strategically place all the keys i've ever found all over the place, will it a) wipe my karmic board clean, and/or b) facilitate a happy reunion between key and lock? perhaps.

i only eat green gum. by eat i mean chew. by cellphone i mean walkie talkie.
my brain is full to bursting and prepared to show off. ask me anything.

funrise bubbles

oh man,
this:
http://shop.lomography.com/shop/main.php?cat=Lomographic%20Cameras&pro=okt
is my new inanimate-object love affair.

i'll send you the photographs

lauren: no one here appreciates a good marching band story, let me tell you that
paul now!: haha well damn them all to hell

monika knows a boy who knows 7 languages and will be living in philly this summer. WOW. obsessed.