1946 (titties at lunch tomorrow)

Hi Niner.

First let me apologize. I have been out of sorts. Not just this fucking sickness (Hi Bluesmith family I am worried about you guys) But also in my head and in my heart. Like I am unbalanced emotionally like less of a human being, sort of stripped away and raw to the touch and every touch is a finger of ‘question everything about where you are in life right now and what you are doing and who you are with and what you spend your time doing’ . yeah, so, it’s like that. What happened to our twenties when we were going to live forever and let’s fuck and get wasted and spend our paychecks on shoes?

I don’t know either.

Hey so.

I felt good I helped rotto with some of his magic tricks today. I suggested he use some colored scarves and this thing that makes sparks and when I showed him, he liked it and thanked me. How rad is that?

Hey so.

i updated my writing playlist. It is called simply ‘writing’ and at first it only had Neutral Milk Hotel, Decemberists The Crane Wife and some Built to Spill and a Deer Tick song. It is meant to be somber, but inspiring and not anything that will grab your attention like titties for beads or a car crash. They have to be more subdued like nipple slips or that hot smell of sweaty musk cologne a man leaves on you after you hug after a long car ride. Just enough to make your nips firm but not all the way hard, but keep you alive, you know?

Anyway, so now I added another Decemberists album, another NMH album, an Iron & Wine album and some Sufjan Stevens with a sprinkling of Jeff Buckley and I threw in a couple Norah Jones tunes cuz I’m a fag I guess.

I am very excited about this new playlist for when I am writing.

So maybe I should probably write something, huh?