tell you WHAT
i’m gonna wake up in a few hours and shotgun a french press full of black coffee and write a little story about how this bag ended up in my kitchen
what else am i gonna do with myself? lie down and die???
I got a haircut. It’s the exact same haircut I’ve gotten my entire life, only now I’ve got a lady in Berkeley who does it perfectly every time. I’ve been going to her for three years . . . I found her because I was heading up to Portland to finally meet The Pink-Haired Girl, and I wanted to look like a guy who actually paid for a haircut. I wanted to impress her, is what I’m saying.
See, I’d been cutting my own hair up until that point for like five years and it was not great. I never mastered layering and the whole process is so boring and time-consuming that I’d get lazy midway through and just wing it. It looked FINE but it weren’t no masterpiece.
Now I sit down in the chair and Lisa Anne just gives me The Ryan. I don’t even have to tell her!
Anyway: Lisa Anne rules. She always tells me about her acid trips and relationship woes and vegan bodybuilding techniques and gut flora maintenance. I love it.
OK good-night~ ☆彡
(P.S. I took this picture for A Girl, saying that I had just shaved my beard off for her, and I think she kind of believed me. I of course cannot grow a beard, and even if I could it would look weird and gross (lol).)
I rewatched THERE WILL BE BLOOD the other day. I had not seen it in a long time. It rules.
Daniel Plainview is of course a total alien freak who basically pretends to be human. But I always wondered if he actually loved his son since there are these little moments where he shows a real tenderness towards him. This guy is basically a prisoner to his own warped worldview and gross ambitions. He doesn’t like people, and he doesn’t want them to succeed . . . but he ain’t exactly happy about it! And so the whole time you desperately want to believe he possesses some semblance of humanity. I want him to love his son! So: Lord help me, I literally searched “does daniel plainview love his son”—and lo, I actually found a Reddit AMA where Paul Thomas Anderson himself clarifies this:
(“Don’t you think?” I love it.)
W-whew!! OK now I can go to the grave knowing that my instincts were correct. :,)
Happy birthday to Leila, one of my oldest and best friends. I love you forever.
happy birthday to alayna, who is one of my oldest friends :,)
hey!! my friend BEX and her eponymous band are playing a show in my old neighborhood in oakland this wednesday, in ghost town about a few blocks from my first house there, and if you’re around you should come on by
yeah baby!!!!
