excitement.
but i need to get to solano by 5. ew.
my past saturdays.over and sad.
Open for Making : A Residency for Creativity
Co-Curated by Joyce Grimm and Paul Butler
Triple Base Gallery
ambiguous scenarios with a video camera. basketball. acting exercises. yoga-meditation. hike to a local urban garden. planting day. book/zine making. First Annual Drawing Party. whiffle ball. concept album. weave a “mojo bags” containing local healing herbs. teepee sanctuaries. community acupuncture movement.
this is how i've been spending a few of my past saturdays. i'm sad it is over. really sad. i adore the good people over at triple base. they are so rad.
Co-Curated by Joyce Grimm and Paul Butler
Triple Base Gallery
ambiguous scenarios with a video camera. basketball. acting exercises. yoga-meditation. hike to a local urban garden. planting day. book/zine making. First Annual Drawing Party. whiffle ball. concept album. weave a “mojo bags” containing local healing herbs. teepee sanctuaries. community acupuncture movement.
this is how i've been spending a few of my past saturdays. i'm sad it is over. really sad. i adore the good people over at triple base. they are so rad.
a saturday in february
11:15 pittsburg to sfo. el farolito. super suiza. adorable kids. actionweaver! creativity. weaving. wormwart. titties on the wall. happiness. excitment. fun. joy. missed 3:47 train. 10 minutes late. busy night. split 40 break. smiles.
i would like to announce: bad joke time!
what's a gay dudes favorite sound?
a fart.
what's a colored baby's first words?
mommy, daddy, yo' mamma.
what's a mexican baby's first words?
mommy, daddy, taco bell.
why is 6 afraid of 7?
cause 7 ate 9.
a friday in february
work. reading. sketching. tv. late night fun. 149 beers for $100. slingshot? saloon? hipster house. hipster party. hipster music. hipster pimples. hipster filth. free cd's. forced dancing. forced clapping. forced interest. ariel @ mills? speakeasy? speak easy? hungry asian girls who want jack n the box. hungry asian girls and their geekiy lesbo friends. fag hags. hungry asian girls climbing up the wrong tree. guys w/ my middle name as their first. guys w/ my middle name who are cool. guys w/ my middle name who can hold a cool convo and are pretty dope. guys w/ my middle name that should be my new friend. greg scaring off cool guys w/ my middle name with a conversation @ coke. grabby fags. crabby fags. asian girls who dont own it. invisible helmuts. chicken 'n' waffles. tables with no tops. fun. beach music. mud wrestling? forgeting michelles book. sleep.
jokes.
josh:
what do they say about spinach and anal sex?
if you didn't like it as a kid you wont like it as an adult.
krystal:
why dont lesbians diet and wear make-up at the same time?
cause you cant go down on jenny craig when you have mary kay on your face.
julia:
what kind of over-alls does mario wear?
denim, denim, denim.
(note; this does not translate well through text)
me:
so there's this hot chick with no arms or legs sun bathing on the beach. this average looking guy walks past her and she asks him if he could her a favor. he says sure, and she asks him to screw her, because she's never had it done to her before. so he picks her up and throws her in the ocean and says, "well you're screwed now, bitch!"
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. funny!
what do they say about spinach and anal sex?
if you didn't like it as a kid you wont like it as an adult.
krystal:
why dont lesbians diet and wear make-up at the same time?
cause you cant go down on jenny craig when you have mary kay on your face.
julia:
what kind of over-alls does mario wear?
denim, denim, denim.
(note; this does not translate well through text)
me:
so there's this hot chick with no arms or legs sun bathing on the beach. this average looking guy walks past her and she asks him if he could her a favor. he says sure, and she asks him to screw her, because she's never had it done to her before. so he picks her up and throws her in the ocean and says, "well you're screwed now, bitch!"
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. funny!
passing up things.
is it laziness? is it insecurity? is it fear? is it just plain stupidity? it's the latter. and then some. why do i passed up doing things that i know i'm gonna fucking love. i'm stupid. it's ok. i went and got groceries. i needed them, so i guess it worked out. what ever....
the lame bus
just pulled in. but not really. i dont know. i have the next two days off and i have plans for them both, but i really just want to work. i want to be making money. tennis, panini's & poker, laundry, gallery hopping, seeing old friends, possible bar hopping. it all sounds fun and all. but above all it's the endless amount of time to think and be with my thoughts that i want to avoid. i dont like having that. and yes, i get not wanting to be alone with my thoughts isn't a good thing. work keeps me busy and not able to think about life. this is why i like to pick up shifts. besides the money.
soon
Paul McCarthy's Low Life Slow Life: Part 2 «
Presented by CCA Wattis Institute
January 27–May 30
1111 Eighth Street
Wattis Institute
Reception: Tues., Jan. 27, 6-8 p.m.
lets all be square and seen up in there.
let's get quiltin'
is it bad to take someone else's amazing work and make something out of it for yourself. if so, i dont care. sorry tauba auerbach & christopher baird, but i wants me some fucking amazing quilts and you ain't gonna make 'em for me. cute warmth in the winter.
there's a Symphony in my stomach
for the past two days my stomach has been a orchestra of sounds. burnnnnnnt. furrrrmmmmp. pssstp. blurbp. urnnnnnnnnd. not farts. just fucking sounds. nothing poots out. just echoes inside. it's not really fun in social settings. i'm afraid that if i just try to push out the air i'm gonna toot out my fucking skeleton. this isn't fun.
i'm gay.
The moment I saw him smile,
I knew he was just my style,
My only regret is we've never met,
Though I dream of him all the while.
But he doesn't know I exist,
No matter how I may persist,
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me,
Though I live at 5135 Kensington Avenue
And he lives at 5133.
How can I ignore
The boy next door?
I love him more than I can say.
Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me,
And he never sees me glance his way.
And though I'm heart-sore
The boy next door affection for me won't display,
I just adore him, so I can't ignore him,
The boy next door.
I just adore him, so I can't ignore him,
The boy next door.
this is not about you
I knew he was just my style,
My only regret is we've never met,
Though I dream of him all the while.
But he doesn't know I exist,
No matter how I may persist,
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me,
Though I live at 5135 Kensington Avenue
And he lives at 5133.
How can I ignore
The boy next door?
I love him more than I can say.
Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me,
And he never sees me glance his way.
And though I'm heart-sore
The boy next door affection for me won't display,
I just adore him, so I can't ignore him,
The boy next door.
I just adore him, so I can't ignore him,
The boy next door.
this is not about you
sky. color.
i wish i could print these as strips on t shirts. i wish every time i closed my eyes this is what i saw. i wish the families living room that my bedroom window looks in on looked like this.
dear edith
jade ebony & ivory
spontaneity donuts closed galleries crossing the bridge 10 minutes for a quarter crazy emotions sleepy face butt slaps constant jokes bride toll parking fee chai milk bread burritos early rising long lines locked doors never ending story dogs neglecting original plans freeway entrance freeway exits not stopping for stop signs magical babies cute puppies fantastic moments posters of shows i didn't go to mural in the city with your name on it awesome book about boats cool magazine for a dollar journal with copper plate from a musty guy not really caring about the plans stopping through showing up after the fact staying fifteen minutes making noise with your eyes closed and strangers enjoying life dog slob dog love life love fun love tennis rackets for juniors cute fucking sofas teal piano ugly people. today and always, hopefully.
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shit.!
it's twelve 30?! gotta go to bed. not wanting to wake up early tomorrow to hang out with friends. not wanting to be awake either to deal with the current frustration and envy. i'm gonna go read. my knee hurts. it feels like it's trying to bend it self all crooked and shit. i'm looking forward to sunday. and wednesday. and the 25th. and tomorrow. i'm rambling. i'm busying my brain. i'm distracting my thoughts. i'm avioding the now and always of my thinking cycle. i'm bitter. but not super mean. i wish to lay in my bed and close my eyes and instantly fall asleep. i wish my wishes came true. not so much this one, but the one i only ever make.
first time. last night.
thanks bryan. i promise no more stubby shots. no more tapping the ball. pure follow through strokes. aim for the ball behind the ball. and all that other shit straight dudes say.
i wants it!
even though i dont really drink. i could keep it full of arnold palmer, though. plastic pocket flask!
loneliness is my game.
i own that shit, so back the fuck off. go find something else to claim, fucker.
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