I don’t know what the point of tonight is. July 29, 2008. The first day of the rest of your life. Fuck this shit. My phone is cooing at me to recharge it. Switch to offline mode. It’s incredible how long a phone can stay alive when the radio is turned off. Same with people. [...]
That I just can’t do it any more. I can’t concentrate for 8 hours. I can’t write constantly for 8 hours. This is insane. No wonder we’re the least productive country in terms of how much time we spend at work. If I could just leave after I was finished with my work and get [...]
And this is not my life There is not a single thing here that I recognize And this is all a dream And none of you are real I’d give anything I’d give anything
I thought I’d post some funny voicemails I’ve gotten. Enjoy. [audio:http://www.retroviral.net/audio/Heywhore.mp3] One of my absolute favorites, left by Sam. I hear this one every time I’m done listening to all my new messages. (If you don’t get the joke, listen to “Sit on My Face” by Lords of Acid) [audio:http://www.retroviral.net/audio/Dolla.mp3] Another by Sam, incorporating like [...]
I’m at the Academy of Art Institute open house…I’m not sure what to think of the crowd here…I’ve staked out a spot on the east wall, waiting for them to call my name. There are a lot of creative-looking people here, but also a bunch of people who look like bored housewives. There are two [...]