backstair cadavers
alright party people-- in exactly one week i will be waking up in berkeley california having just seen my favorite band in the whole universe perform my favorite set of all time. i have read so far that they are playing huge jams off "frances the mute" and "(the haunt of) roulette dares" is still in the mix, along with "eriatarka" "take the veil cerpin taxt" etc. and classical salsa musicians are making guest appearances at shows for productions of "l'via" (my sweetheart.) my uncle is taking me on a date to this show. he said he will even go into "the mosh pit" with me. but i told him not to get too excited, because instead it will probably be a "dance pit" or a "head nodding pit" if the audience are too cool for school. he said that then we can go out for drinks afterwards. the vaguely similar relationship of me going to concerts with a guy his age, and then going out for drinks, and having him pay for everything, reminds me so much of going out with Soren, that this situation seems a little weird. i have always had a crush on my uncle paul, because he is similar to my mom, without the hard-ass-ness, and he is a damn hippy, and has the biggest record collection on earth (about 30,000) and he is very soothing in many ways. and now we are seeing the mars volta together- and experience never to be gotten over. ahhhh!!!!
jace-pace and i are just about to head up to anacortes to visit kris. last night we went to the graduation party for all the masters degree art students at the uw. it was alright-- but the beer was kind of funky and i got astoundingly depressed towards the end and had to leave with a quickness before i just shot myself through the trees onto the freeway. life: drink it in.
jace-pace made the funniest joke ever last night. every person around us who heard it was practically rolling on the lawn after hearing it (we were making ridiculous mom-insult jokes, and this was his): i met your mom last night-- but she was too boring to have sex with. maybe it was a little funnier because we were drinking, but i think that shit its qual-i-ty!
jace-pace and i are just about to head up to anacortes to visit kris. last night we went to the graduation party for all the masters degree art students at the uw. it was alright-- but the beer was kind of funky and i got astoundingly depressed towards the end and had to leave with a quickness before i just shot myself through the trees onto the freeway. life: drink it in.
jace-pace made the funniest joke ever last night. every person around us who heard it was practically rolling on the lawn after hearing it (we were making ridiculous mom-insult jokes, and this was his): i met your mom last night-- but she was too boring to have sex with. maybe it was a little funnier because we were drinking, but i think that shit its qual-i-ty!