hackensack

Salinger once quoted Blyth as saying, “We are being sentimental when we give to a thing more tenderness than God gives to it,” but Blyth also once said, “Zen is looking at things with the eye of God, that is, becoming the thing’s eyes so that it looks at itself with our eyes,” so fuck him.

meditation at lagunitas

#messagetomyex on a blog because M is on twitter and he sort of half counts, or 1/3 counts and i'm not about to get weird like that

you're a piece of shit

i was lonelier when we were together than i ever was when we were apart


it will take me a while, but i refuse to stay angry at you

despite all our shortcomings and the one-sided hell that was the denouement and aftermath, thank you for everything. for maybe a week or two, i was so, so happy. i hope that, however brief, i sometimes made you happy too

maow maow maow

so everyone and their dog is getting married on facebook these days, which leads to interesting conversations among girls like what would you like your wedding to be like, does it matter what kind of ring there is, how do you want to be proposed to. do you wanna pick out the ring or be surprised, what color dress do you want your bridesmaids to wear.

and then you start thinking about it.

you know what kind of proposal would be nice? a completely silent one. one without pretentious knee bending and "so for as long as i've known you blah blah blah i wanna spend the rest of my life with you" romantic bullshit. we'd be sitting on a couch and you'd reach over and place a ring on my hand. and that would be that.

after all, i've never required much, especially from a boy. but the important parts are really, really important.

things like a ring, and the certainty that she'll say yes, that you want her to say yes. these are the things that matter. not the right words or the fancy dinner or what you wear.

aaaaaanyway enough estrogen mania. back to normalish, ladies and gents

lmao

still just a baby baby

i'm that ho.

you know, the one they refer to when saying 'bros before hos'.

and i know it doesn't matter who broke whose heart, or how it ended. you have your loyalties, and i can respect that.

i don't understand, though. i've never wanted anyone to stop being friends with hirthy or tim or sang. but, if i'm writing this entry and i don't get it, it's not like the compy's gonna magically enlighten me. so whatever.

you can wallow in immaturity for as long as you like, but this isn't like that thing where you put your hands over your eyes and believe nobody else sees you.

eventually we're gonna have to learn to live and let live.

while we're working on that, you realize you're kind of a shitty person, right? ok just puttin' that out there.
you have your adages, but damn, son. grow up.

shots shots shots

ohhhh my god.

from now on i'm sticking with beer. and never drinking that much again.

i dont even really remember what i did or said last night but i'm pretty sure there were some gems there. OF STUPIDITY.

empirically, last night has taught us that i am an indiscriminately handsy drunk.

and while we're at it, you wanna go with wrong assumptions?

WRONG ASSUMPTION: BECAUSE SWEET TEA VODKA TASTES MORE LIKE SWEET TEA AND LESS LIKE VODKA THIS MEANS IT HAS LESS VODKA IN IT

why don't you look happy in any of your pictures?

surely i can't be the only one who's noticed.