A few people have used an “it’s a tradition” argument supporting every retarded thing Christans do. This cracked me up.
The party last night with Sebastian was awesome, I didn’t have my camera with me but there was this great view of the Brooklyn Bridge from the rooftop. Later, we headed to Williamsburg to catch the Apparat show, but it had already ended (there was a big traffic jam for some reason).
Went swimming again today, I was able to do a lot more laps. I’m going every day of the week that it’s open. I’m in love with the pool.
I’m feeling a bit emotionally drained — it’s been a month since I left Sacramento today. I miss Christen. I miss Taylor. I miss Megan and Steve. I miss my fumbling doomed true love with Andrew.
I miss knowing what the good restaurants are. I miss knowing what the good bars are. I go on okcupid like a primate trying to make warp drive work. I can’t paint, my only half-done canvas is in oil, and I have no turpentine. I’m putting off finishing The Mandarins, because I’m so emotionally invested in it I can’t have it end. All I can do is listen to incredibly sentimental St. Vincent songs and imagine how I’d look in the picture next to every profile I see.
It’s New Music Monday, I guess. I downloaded the new Tiga album, and I’m not quite sure about it. I love two songs but the rest hasn’t grown on me. This one song, “Shoes,” is just fucking hilarious. I literally laughed out loud the first time I heard it.
I don’t know why I’m feeling so odd. Could be that I stayed up all night on Saturday. I should hit the hay. I have work tomorrow.
But before I go, can we all admit Lady Gaga is a talentless hack that stole Peaches’ schtick and made it empty and faux-counterculture? I watched this interview with her today, and she sounds like she has an IQ of 65.
PPS: Here’s a picture of me as a child. Riding a fucking horse.
That’s right, so cute you shat bricks.
Categories: Ennui