I find that it is beneficial to wear only two colors, as I do, which are black and maroon, if the only alcoholic beverage you ever consume is red wine, because when you get drunk enough to start spilling it on yourself, it doesn’t noticeably affect your clothing at all.

To go off what I just said: one day soon I will write an essay about why 1) Adidas Sambas are the best shoe there ever was (I have been wearing them since I was 11), and 2) apples are the best food there ever was.

Maybe I will briefly mention that Schott makes the best leather jackets too. I have one. It is in my storage unit in Portland, Oregon, and I will see it again next week. And then I am going to buy a motorcycle and wear that thing and feel real nice as long as I can.

My grandmother told me today that when I was a baby, she had a pillowcase and a down comforter for me at her house, and they had apples on them. I totally forgot about this. Did you know that apples are my favorite food? I eat two or three apples a day.

Tracey Lien, who is the nicest human there ever was, asked Laura Rokas, the sweetest human there ever was, to pick up “bread and eggs” from the grocery store in anticipation of my arrival in Oakland because she knew that I put eggs on my toast every single day of my life. She told Laura: “Well you know Ryan loves those things.”

I think next to someone liking the way I smell, someone remembering what my favorite foods are is a thing that makes me feel very special

“hahahaaa here’s a picture of me and my best friend* last summer”

*picture of a guy with wood-frame glasses and a hitler youth haircut

when akira kurosawa was filming ‘ikiru,’ he told takashi shimura to sing ‘song of the gondola’ “. . . as if you are a stranger in a world where nobody believes you exist.”

uh, whoa.

yeah.

yes.

rest in peace, man. you were a real dude in a world full of pathetic nobodies. we don’t serve all the cool stuff you made for us (lol).

i updated this and successfully said absolutely nothing new

at least the picture is better

sorry to keep posting lyrics but good lord, jessica pratt, thanks for summing it all up for me:

“and my dreams are made of ghost skins / when i wake up in my dark places
and i reach for the messy faces / that take me down to my favorite ride
oh i am blossoming down / and i stay down here
when dreams cloud my mind / to take me away this time”

there, how’s that

well, this is how i feel right now