I got the job at the Art Museum.
I was sweating it a little, b/c I didn’t do the tax return thing b/c I lost one of my W-2’s. And prime dumpstering weather was passing quick.
So now, life makes a U-turn. I was kinda excited to be a street thug in LA, but it’s gunna have to wait…for now.
So, employed somewhere cool, full-time. Potential steady girlfriend. Potential monthly, $60, all-u-can-chug DJ gigs. More shows, more smiles, more good times.
Every thing’s okay, every thing’s fine.
Dognity is a word I made up as a joke. When a person lacks so much dignity, s/he cannot even express in an articulate, coherent way that very fact. And attempts stammer out, “No Dognity”.
Lacking so much dignity in a way, the person cannot pronounce the very word dignity.
It also relates to person or object or place that is so important, so practical. That it becomes common sense. In that context, the thing has no need for dignity, because it is embedded, immortal. And any mention of dignity in its presence is a farce.
Thank you, so much. This is like the best week ever in 2011, right now.
I’m friends with these two brothers that live together. They both had sty infections in one eye b/c they like to pass out on each other’s beds all the time (no incest). Anyway, I was hangin’ with these two dudes with eye patches, singin’ the Bill Nye the science guy theme except with a silly, sly, sty twist…
“Bill Nye the Giant Sty
Sty! Sty! Sty!
Bill Sty the Giant Sty
Sty! Sty! Sty!”
Haven’t watched TV in a while… y’all notice TV commercials and ads are a lot louder than the actual shows that come on now???
Hunter S Thompson (via sakurakill)
I lectured someone about this…
I’m packing my things and starting to move and tying up loose ends…It’s so depressing. And that’s on top of my underlying depression that I always had/have. But I gotta stay strong a keep it up. Keep going. Just Keep going. No matter what. For better or for worse.
Pretty stupid and simple, but it’s given me so much drive. I gonna play my last show around these parts (my parts) for a while and it was such a pain to get it organize. But I made these badass flyerz for free at Kinko’s/Fedex, let’s just say it’s Glam Alien homage to Rutger Hauer’s Split Second and 90’s cyber trash scifi movie, Hardware.
Apparently at Kinko’s, they have these credit cards for their copy machines. It’s like modern day arcades now. Instead of actually getting change, you get a credit card with your monetary input in it. It’s so the place doesn’t give you change, they actually keep it. It’s kinda fucked up. But you can also use your own real life credit card or debit card.
I figured out that if you say your debit card doesn’t work and you don’t have cash. They give you a blue card that let’s you print infinite amount of copies. You’re suppose to give’em back the blue card and pay the balance with your debit card using their master card reader. But you can just leave. I was tempted to keep the blue card and go willy-nilly on Kinko’s/Fedex, but I have my mercy.
My good friend’s mother is dying and seeing his reaction to that is heart breaking and I can’t help, but get reminded what I went through when my mother had a health crisis. I just wish I could help more and wish I was in a better standing right now…