July 2003
every minute is a mile.
with bambi dead on the ground,
the scan button is my best friend.
i think of a million things,
that could’ve been better said.
just a little poem i put together on my ride home.
i have a watch on my wrist and a phone on my bed.
pictures&more before vt.
i just wanted to get this out of my head.
June 2003
talking shit to the summer sun.
i’m drinking a 12 ounce can of busch beer right now. funny how the times you need a social lubricant the most are when no one is around.
when you discover you’re taking pictures with a film-less camera all night, it’s a pretty big bummer. if i had actually thought to check if there was film in my 35mm before i left my house, i’d have a whole role of really good...
why are warm, summer days always the coldest?
sometimes i hate my life. sometimes i don’t. in reality, all my days are the same. places i’m going: outside, rahway, a wedding, vermont, hell.
knowing someone doesn’t think you trust and believe in them is the worst ever. knowing they love you no matter what is the best ever.
i need to be bi-lingual this weekend.
i begin to speak, but leave a sentence unfinished.
life isn’t terribly exciting right now. lots of times i feel like everything lacks substance. i need to burn some cds for my brother. i need to get 2 rolls of b&w film developed. i need to vacuum my floor, it’s sorta dirty. tonight, i’m going to a funeral. i just got a phone call about a job, “the position has already been filled.” thanks. i’m giving...
my watch is in nevada. i should've went with it.
hopefully, it’ll come back fixed for good this time. it’s been high school reunion week. running into/hanging out with kids i graduated/didn’t graduate with. demonstrating sexual positions in starbucks. crazy. if i wasn’t with someone else, i was in front of my computer screen finishing stafford’s re-design. the whole thing is a go, except for the images in the...
facing certain destruction, our hero pauses for...
fantastic weekend. i felt quite artsy walking around the met with a beautiful woman on my arm. north jersey malls own south jersey. oh hell yes. haha. i bought a new pair of rowley xlt’s. brown this time. i think this is some sort of milestone for me. the past three pairs of shoes i’ve owned have all been the same exact shoe, just different colors. three dollars was also...