Hi! Here I am still. I measure my hours in Pabst and unresponded-to resumes.

posted by jeremy on October 18, 2005

There is a half-sun today & I deal with what I'm dealt. Talking to friends down south, the world feels apocalyptic but hopeful, blurred but o-so-real. I listen to music. I scratch in my notebook, building the bones, the tendons of a tale. A kitten has adopted me & she purrs so pretty...

Whats to tell? Hurricane Wilma is waking up. The war in Iraq drags on. The news from friends in Europe, New York, New orleans, Olympia, Los Angeles, etc. comes in, emailed, texted, talked out in late-night drunken convos. I am currently addicted to Lost. Nate & I discovered that Oldboy is an excellent movie though everyone else seems to hate it. The girls in Portland are as pretty and arrogant as ever. The boys just as fag-faced. I cut myself 8 times the other night, trying to learn to juggle knives. Did not even notice till I felt the blood. I actually told somebody to scram for the first time in my entire life & he did. I stay up late digging thru photoblogs, looking for the unfiltered details that compose whatever NOLA is now. I just read two books in 7 hours, both novels by suicides. Plath & Hemingway, you quitters, you cheered my ass up. Really & thank you. Whats to report? My socks dont match, my hangover is superb, my patience is thin, I am living between sentences, as Andy would say. Anyway, carry on, all of you.

It's a beautiful ridiculous fuck of a life.