‘inside the forest under the moonlight’ by caspar david friedrich

this is in the alte nationalgalerie in berlin and i am going to go see it as soon as i’m back in town

i’m replaying XENOGEARS for the first time since like middle school and it rules

:,)

my Cool New Friend (CNF) calvin

(a few lines up we were discussing urinals lol)

man . . . i’m starting to think i have a severe vitamin D deficiency. if my hero GRITT CALHOON were here, he’d say i look paler than a ghost’s dick in a paper factory. i’m always pale but this seems worse! i experienced this once before when i lived in portland, and it made me feel really bad. maybe i ought to do something about it. as i recall, taking supplements back in portland did help. well, OK then, i’ll buy some of the damn stuff and see what happens . . .

this is something that is not helping: i have zero curiosity about oakland anymore, and so i’ve stopped bothering with it. i have black-out curtains on every window in my house, and i never go out during the day. i think i see the sun maybe an hour total a week, mostly after 7 pm, when i sigh theatrically and leave my apartment to go get groceries. and even then, i’m dusted to the eyeballs in SPF 50, and booking it to get to traitor joe’s . . . so it’s likely i’m getting essentially zero sunlight?? They Say fair-skinned people are five or six times more efficient at making vitamin D from UVB rays than people living on the equator, and i believe it. even still, i think i’m being absolutely wrecked by a severe lack of the stuff

ANYWAY: yeah. i’m writing a little baby post about hanging out with my buds in oakland and LA, and there are pictures of me, and you’ll see how pallid i have become. oops!

emma seemingly has an endless supply of dante (the poet) stamps and memorabilia!!!

thanks emma~

ok well, look . . . i was wiped out all weekend, but i’m still writing up a little thing about my friends. also, for god’s sake, it has been such a bummer to be back here in oakland. i wish i were in some creepy little town in the middle of fucking nowhere with them, is what i’m saying!

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).)