14 January 2019

i feel like i’ve posted this a million times and laura hates it, but this is me and my best buddy on my 27th birthday at missouri lounge a few years ago~

14 January 2019

leila’s old house in new orleans


that was a long time ago now

13 January 2019


Laura “Ruby Red” Bérubé-Rökäs and I are BARTENDING at WOLFMAN BOOKS in downtown Oakland, California next Saturday from six (6) to nine (9) pm. It is, as Laura put it: “. . . a fundraiser to help pay artist stipends for the artist lecture series I [Laura] was asked to curate,” which is called THE PAINTING SALON, which (who?) started following me on Instagram today. We are going to be very cute and cool, so come on by. Laura has assured me there will be babes there, present company included!!


410 13th St.
Oakland, CA 94612

Saturday, January 19th
6–9 pm PST

See y’all there b*tch!!!!!!

13 January 2019

well . . . i went and had me a real hell of a god damn night last night. i drove real fast with a stranger, and on and on. maybe i’ll tell y’all about it sometime lol

anyway: i’m in my nintendo 64 t-shirt that my faraway friend jackleen gave to my very close and good and cool friend kelsey to give to me. this shirt is huge and beautiful. thanks jackleen and kelsey. i’m thinking: yes, i cannot wait to see my detroit friends lo(gan) and storm and ari and the very same jackleen next month. i am very excited ok. i’m staying with logan somewhere or another. kelsey, who is from detroit, has told me the name of this neighborhood a whole bunch of times and i have forgotten it each time. i’m sorry. but anyway, yeah: logan i are getting $3 wine from aldi and doing face masks and holding her cats. i love her. she’s so cute and sweet. man, yeah!!!! it’ll be cool, and cute and sweet.

and apparently, uh, my old friend and Movie Buddy is coming to see me at the end of the week, so hell . . . that sure is a nice thing too. i missed her!!!

laura said she and i are going to be bartending at some art fundraiser the next day? and i get free beer and half the tips? yeah ok. when i finally get around to asking her what the hell this thing is, i’ll post details here so y’all can come around and hang out with us if y’all wanna. i mean! this is world-famous french canadian multimedia artist laura rokas we’re talking about! and whatever i am! and we’ll be together in downtown oakland slingin beers for a bunch of turds. man, that sounds great.

dear amissa, my sweet friend in los angeles: i am waking up tomorrow and immediately watching NIGHT OF CABIRIA, which you kindly sent me in the mail a few weeks ago. did i tell you i actually ended up with two copies of it? amazon delivered it twice. whoooops. i will post a 200-300 word review of it on this very website. yes. yes!!!

finally: dante is on my lap and i really ought to go to sleep. my stomach is full of golden lotus, cuz my sister and her boyfriend took me and matt and rachel k. there earlier tonight. it ruled. and you know, i usually don’t like writing straight journal entries like this, though hell, whatever . . . i went and did it anyway. i’ll have a lot more to say tomorrow unfortunately. matt and i rewatched THE LORD OF THE RINGS over the course of the entire day and it has put me in a place, man. i wanna stay in that place for a while. i think the only way to do that is to eat this little passion flower pill my new friend reed instructed me to take. it really does work. you go right to sleep, and it is beautiful sleep. i want very much to have that~!

ok love y’all~~ ☆彡

11 January 2019

whoa molly

i love you molly. if you read this: you’re great and i miss you

11 January 2019


Please stop inviting me to Starline Social Club. I’m sorry, but that place fucking sucks. Anytime anyone in Oakland ever invites you somewhere, whether they’ve known you for ten years or you just met them on the internet, or whatever the hell else, they always say the same thing: “How about Starline Social Club?” I get invited there literally once a week. And you know what . . . No!!! That place has no balls whatsoever. It was designed by and for those Oaklandish yuppie posers who EAT CULTURE and turn it into MEANINGLESS TRASH because they have no taste and a whole lot of Daddy Money. They are also the reason my rent is insane. So yeah this place blows big time. I mean let’s be real: this filthy roach motel is for guys who wear fedoras and zoot suits and bullshit like that. It is for cheese-eating Hitler-youth-haircut motherfuckers who have a mile-high stack of GQ Magazine next to their toilets. No way am I setting foot in that godawful hell. I used to live a few blocks away, don’t you know, in Ghost Town. Did you know there are huge homeless encampments nearby? As in you can see them from the sidewalk? And piles of clothes and wet newspaper blowing down the street like fuckin tumbleweeds? It is a dystopian nightmare! And yet here’s this god damn place laughing in the face of all of it. It’s this weird limbo where people who call Oakland “sketch” take their cute Tinder date because it seems Sophisticated and Adult or something. Gross. I don’t know man. Fuck off with that!!

A cursory search on the World Wide Web produces this image:

If this doesn’t make you want to DIE then I don’t know what to do for you. I guarantee you every guy not behind the bar has a degree in JERKING OFF and works at Pandora in downtown Oakland making three or four times as much as me. Cockroaches! Ugh!!!!

IN SHORT: Please stop asking me to go there. I will not go. I will never go to this place. I almost went one time because my friend Penelope asked me to meet her there. I took one whiff of the miasma of cheap cologne wafting out the door like a god damn Biblical plague and got the hell out of there. Yeah. I can’t wait to see this place boarded up six or seven months from now (lol)~


10 January 2019