Things to Hold and Fondle

it looks like travis and i will be visiting baltimore today to do some record shopping. i have a few things on my list for purchase. unfortunately, there's nothing good going on at the ottobar. ah, but i might try to hit atomic books. there's this pixel art book i've been wanting to pick up and now this.

let's hope i can keep it under control.

Ian So-and-So or Nigel Somebody

on my way into work this morning i was reading this article in the paper about the clinton library dedication and, looking at the accompanying photo, was struck by this incontrovertible fact: chelsea clinton is hot!
i obviously haven't been paying attention. last time i checked she looked awkward as hell, you know, with that big horse mouth and all. but boy have these last few years been kind to her...shazzam!

that she lives in new york makes the idea of moving there that much more attractive. unfortunately, plans of doing so by the end of next summer are currently in limbo. travis, my longtime friend and current housemate, has yet to decide whether to move back to norfolk in january. if he decides to stay here, then chances are that we will move to brooklyn next year. if not, then it's back to not knowing what the hell i'm going to do.

i do know i'd like to get the fuck out of here.

the weekend is here at last. it's supposed to rain. i have no plans. a few new movies arrived from netflix; that's certainly a pathetic highlight. speaking of...

i'm off to get some yuppie “pan asian” food now.

all the fixin's

it seems that i need coffee in order to get just about anything done around here. if i don't have at least 3 cups at werk in the morning, i'm about as with-it as a drunk monkey on vacation. even on the weekend, after sleeping in 'til noon, i have a few to get me going. if it's time to do something creative, it's friday night, when i check my email, when i read the paper, or when i have a long drive ahead of me, i drink coffee. what a friggin' habit.

that's me, though...always out for a fix, moving from one artificial stimulus to the next. my life is one big collection of these contrived relationships of need and satisfaction. sounds like addiction, doesn't it? well it's not, fucker!

[no, really; the things i'm addicted to are all socially acceptable: caffeine, nicotine, apple cider, the Internet, vagina, punctuation, and—of course—fun.]

say, i just realized my phone hasn't rung (rang? ringed?) for like 5 days. i haven't gotten laid in a while, either. haha! man—what a happening guy, huh? i can't be stopped. i think it's time to start drinking heavily.

nothing always happens

i've found myself getting rid of things lately. i'm usually too busy adding stuff in one way or another to ever think of cutting back. but recently, i've shed several things nearly at once. for example: my online journal, my beard (of almost a year...), maybe even a few friendships. or take sunday—a night on which, struck with a worthy case of food poisoning, i puked more than i have in many years. [it lasted at least an hour and was insane: dry heaves, bile...other fun stuff.] anyway, each of varying consequence, these things all resulted in some kind of change—for better or worse.

well, i decided to balance it out a little by adding a little something back. and with the deletion of my el jay of three years, what better than to create something even more self-indulgent and socially retarded? welcome to my website. it's taken me over a year and 1/2.

it's not much to look at yet and there's not much to see, but that will change too. and yes, change is good, isn't it?