monty and i in a photobooth in portland last year

she took the other two in reno and at albany bulb back in may

storm and logan’s cat and me at their parents’ house in february

i remember slipping on the ice on the outside stairs and ripping the knee on my jeans

freakin detroit, man lol

Man . . . I was just reading about Arthur Schopenhauer and uh . . . he lived in Berlin and was more or less a lifelong failure and bachelor, and who was at odds with his mother, and wrote his sister letters, and lived alone with his animals while writing increasingly bizarre books that nobody cared about. He also had premonitions in his dreams! And according to this thing I’m reading which is definitely not Wikipedia, he attributed his good health in old age to going on walks no matter what the weather was. Hey, that’s me! But also: uh oh! Cuz, as cool as some of his stuff was, you definitely don’t wanna be this guy. I know what I am, though. I reckon at a certain point you just got to make terms with the fact that you’re a raving lunatic whose worldview is founded upon pessimism and an eternal outrage at the unconquerable sadnesses of being a human. Oh well!!!

i’m uhhh lying here in the dark listening to GROUPER and thinking about how i’m gonna to do something big and huge and weird here soon, with the hope that others do it with me, and some have pledged to. . . .

it’s gonna rule

gotta be vague lest the flame flicker!!!

but for now: gute nacht jerks!!! ☆