so katie says to me: "the way you lead your life makes it interesting; you should get to do the talking once in a while."



and what do i say?



"my life. in of itself. isn't that interesting: suburban kid goes to school, to the hangout, plays guitar, chases girls. pretty typical.

it's just the people i know, they're way more interesting than i am. it just so happens that i'm yr gateway, yr peephole, into these other peoples lives

and that's why people think they find me interesting."



so blow me away, sweetheart.



***



in an unrelated incident, things went relatively well at the color test tryouts. they seem like a good bunch of guys and i think i made a good impression. even if they are ten years older than me. i'll find out tomorrow or so if i made it in or not.

i think that even if i don't get the job, i'll be doing something with/for them. and my ears are still ringing, i love my job. rock n roll, kids. rock n fuckin' roll.



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i'm in love, dammit; i'm in love but it feels like a loss.

she's got me reading ee cummings now. not too bad, that old man, i write dead on like him, prose wise. my poetry will never be that good.



saturday. i see ania for the first time in six months. this is going to be the second fucking coming, or it's gonna be the end of the fucking world. either way i'm gonna end up with a nice girl. oh yeah, the life of motherfucking riley.



note that i'm regaining my taste for the adjectives "fucking" and "motherfucker!" good to have you back, guys.



tomorrow i go to dayton with dad to see L'Auberge Espagnol, just him and me and the road. it's been a while, i think since november or so when we went to the Rock n Roll hall of fame. good ol' dad. he's a good kid. not as naieve as he acts.



love you all, even you fashion fascists. you make life interesting, bitches.