November 2004
one hundred foot faces of god's good ocean gone...
something was bothering me before i fell asleep last night. i can remember trying to figure out why i was in such a shitty mood and why my stomach hurt so much and the next thing i know it’s 9am. trying to sort out my thoughts, i narrowly missed having a head-on collision with a cement truck. i hope this wasn’t some sign. i hope this wasn’t life telling me to not sweat the...
to be honest, i was afraid today wasn't going to...
kate is the reason i had this goofy smile on my face all day and she is the reason why it’ll probably stay there for a while.
although, i suppose, dumpling man making the best dumplings ever helped a little bit. heh. if i’m ever around st. marks in the future and don’t at least make an effort to stop there, i am officially stupid.
all the exhibits @ ICP & the leica...
rest in peace russell tyrone jones.
odb was the man. “only the good die young.”
sad, but true.
the 15th: mo rocca @ rider. alex turns 15. 1 month w/ kate.
i wish the fucking heat worked in my room. yeah, that would be nice.
it looks like it’s going to take a lot of money [maybe not a lot, just more than i’d like to spend] to get the 103 working. oh well. i’m not admitting defeat,...
circa 1965-1967.
hey new camera,
i hope you work.
love,
john
at least brain farts don't smell.
i’m never driving to scotch plains ever again. it was good to see viv and paige. the show was cancelled, but i’m really liked stafford’s new songs. i sorta want to live in fenwick 5b. i missed my girlfriend and my dad. i’m probably the coolest big brother ever. fuck, i have to give data his vaccuum back.
tuesday is official work-on-car day. why...