My home PC died. I could fix it but just don’t care enough. I’m posting from my phone now. I’m addicted to the computer anyway. Maybe a few weeks off will help. Maybe I’ll just be addicted to my phone instead.
When I think of girls that catch my interest I think of Say Anything lyrics:
Across the room
I hear ‘hey, hey hey hey, come polinate me.’
It really is like that on a non verbal subconscious level. It’s just something I can feel.
My complete and utter disregard for speed limits will most likely end with me in jail, dead, or worse. I’m not entirely sure how to temper my need for speed. Maybe I should spend some time at a race track so I’m slower on the street. Get the speed out. Maybe I should get a chauffeur like the guy with the Maserati that goes 185.
I find myself caring less and less about more and more. I’m hoping I’ll find something worth caring about. Selfish interests and indulgent pursuits have been my forte… I just don’t know how much longer that’s sustainable. There must be some purpose to work for besides the weekend?
Does anyone want to come see Menomena, The Thermals, Say Anything, Saves The Day, or Motion City Soundtrack? I’m planning on ditching any and all obligations so I can make those shows in NC.
I’m heading back to NY this weekend for Tiffanys wedding. I can’t get enough of solo road trips. I like my own company in the car apparently. Having music and time to think also helps.
Hope this has been random enough.