September 2008
7 posts
Bob is a Girl
Bob: HAHA not really
Bob: oh for charades
Bob: i had to pull my pants down
In Arms
In your veins, the bed slips away. Bricks dissolve, and the walls get thin. In your arms, I see through my skin. My organs float in the candle’s glow. In your bones, the sound of the rain soothes something in my darkest heart. Visceral thing, intangible song; things I’ve known seem to fall away. In your brain, lights creep to my eyes. Stars get stuck in my swollen throat. You’re...
A Post to Myself
Joey, you know that sleeping late isn’t exactly the best idea, right? I mean, after all, it’s you who complains about how tired you are when it comes to work. And here you are, writing. This is terrible. You’re terrible. You’ll never be the man you want to be. Now quit bitchin’ and continue to dream about car accidents and/or monster truck rallies.
The Screwdriver and the Furry Dragon
Now I’d like to say that my superior hand-to-whatever-part-of-my-body coordination is top notch (wink), but apparently my hand-to-whatever-I’m-holding is down low on grades along with cousin Cleatus.
Producer? Try Anti...Whatever
It would be better if projects that have a week deadline didn’t require 6 years worth of knowledge of where every single piece of footage is.
August 2008
8 posts
Sunday; Ballgazing
Much of the weekend was spent trying to catch up to the guys of LomoBru and their event with Body Shop and charity. The reason I didn’t join them in the first place is much more complicated than what most people would think. A lot would say I’m just being brash and stuck-up, but the thing is that if I join a group, I’d be expected to do whatever updates regularly. And that just...