all you do is lay around all day

The Good, The Bad, The Internet

Everyone can be despondent sometimes. It's the technology. Or maybe it's just how everyone felt, when they were transitioning, fifty years ago, but put typed it out on a typewriter instead of instantly publishing it. It was kept secret for awhile. Pounded out onto paper, to be kept and hidden until it was ready to be revealed. The people who read it, and remained quiet were those who you never would have intended to respond. Never imagined that they would be the ones you wanted to read it.

The weather is hackneyed. A sort of punchline someone published a long time ago as a filler for stale conversation. An easy routine. This weather always presents itself differently yet it is something which conjures many memories for me. A mellow warmth, tempered by the cool winds which fill the air. As I sit inside my apartment and wonder about Chicago and Lakeside Drive. I'm a few hours behind on the typical drinking of one night and my alcohol fueled ramble comes while others are falling asleep. No triumph for the truth which is dragged out by some substances which lend themselves to humble substance. This is as close as it gets to some sort of diluted honesty wrapped in misguided poignancy sloppily berated and immediately warranting an apology. This is pretentious. It's camouflage and it's keeping me hidden all the while trying too hard to blend in.

I've wronged and paid for it with friendship. A mistake which causes such hardly commendable reflection in the middle of the night as... as.

This writing has failed, as I am sure that you have no idea what I am talking about. Perhaps some of it resounds with you, perhaps you wish I'd just shut up.

My Logo Progess

A side by side comparison of my logo process

Excerpt from an email: March 2007

"On Wednesday (I think, things started getting hazy by then) we went out at night and walked around spray painting old walls and stuff. I drew this stupid thing that didn't even say a word. Part of it even resembled a swastika which I felt terrible about. I didn't do it on purpose. Anyway, we walked around a lot, and down this place called Rail Road Avenue. Apparently some cops found a Fed-Ex driver getting shit on by a crackhead on the tracks that run alongside the road. The Fed-Ex driver wanted some crack, bad enough to get shit on for. And that's RxR Ave, it's way scarier at night, trust me. Oh, and we met this cracked out redneck by chance on the side of the road asking for money. Then a cop car drove up with the windows rolled down and I just heard "Get the hell outta the fuckin' street." Is this getting boring?"

I've complained enough...

BUT THIS TAKES THE CAKE!!! Hahahha! My next door neighbor gave me a pretty unfriendly look today, or maybe it was one of astonishment. Either way, he just kinda looked at me like he was half angry, and maybe trying to intimidate me?

I just don't understand people sometimes. You'd think I was the one having loud sex at five in the morning.

He looked at me like, "What are you staring at?" or "Finally! I can put a face on the existence of all of my apartment proximity problems!"

have to let it out somwhere

my upstairs neighbors are very annoying.

It's a woman, with her child, and the woman's mother.

The woman is gone all day, so the grandma tends to the child (since it is summer and he is not in school).

When the kid isn't crying, he's jumping up and down, with the weight of a few bowling balls.

The grandmother yells at him loud enough that I can hear.

They'd better not ever complain that I play my music too loud.

How else am I suppose to drain them out?