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Tuesday, June 24, 2008 | |
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Derek Location: home Mood: sad Music: And I'm asking the good Lord "why?" and sigh  Found out through Benlbr that our friend Derek is in the hospital. Hit and run driver. From what I know, it's touch and go; he's not awake. It's very scary. He was the stoner in our show, 72 to Canal. I don't know him that well but I like him; he's young and talented. I hope very, very much that he gets a chance to be old and talented. I pray he gets that chance. Like most people in NYC, I run into him in the life. When he first found out that I had taken up photography, he was like a kid in a pot-filled candystore. He's such a good guy. Wish I could say something profound but the words escape me at the moment. I'll tell my brother to let you know if anything happens to me. Cause you should know. We're friends, after all. ---------- With nods to Irnbruise, this guy is selling his entire life online. He's going to walk out of his house with the clothes on his back and his wallet. I can relate. Of course, I'd take Harold and Syd. No worries. I'll tell if I've gone fishing. I'd like to start over again where nobody knows me. Have all my stupid mistakes a million miles away. But we all got our baggage, yeah? Even if it's only what we carry inside. Labels: Derek Srisaranard, harold, hope, Syd, traveling  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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Friday, June 20, 2008 | |
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Right here, right now Location: not in my head Mood: still optimistic Music: there is no other place I want to be  Me: I just wanted you to know that I'm outside again and it's amazing. Jealous? Her: Yes. Had to drop off something for a friend yesterday so grabbed Syd and dashed downtown. Was all stressed cause I was supposed to be working but, as I made it crosstown, I got lost in the jumble that is the Lower West Side. It ended up a good thing as I slowed down a bit to take pictures and enjoy the weather. Later that night, met up with the Blue-Eyed Girl for drinks in the one block radius around BJE's pad. It's weird when you revisit places and things from your past. I'm trying to not live in the past or worry (quite) that much about the future. It's harder than you might think - to be here, in the right-this-second and not stuck in your head. Luckily, we both know I'm stupidly optimistic. Keep thinking my better day's right round the corner, y'know? Time for work. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008 | |
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Uncool me Location: my blue couch Mood: throughly confused Music: I think she’s leaving Ooh man she’s leaving  Her: Wait, you only have one bowl? Me: (shrugging) I only have one me. I don't have an iPod - don't have an "i" anything, in fact. Someday maybe, not now. Almost all my music, DVDs, books, papers, works, I've digitized and put into a computer I built myself. I watch it all through either a TV I bought seven years ago or a projector I use for business. Got alotta Valentino shirts and about eight custom-made suits but I bought 'em all at least a decade ago when I was young and stupid. Tee-shirts and Levi jeans for me. Drama notwithstanding, I spend coin on:
Where do you think the happiest place on earth is? It's here. Not what you expect, huh? Happiness comes from community and purpose. Stuff cannot make you happy. Don't be fooled by ad execs (I was one) - there's no pill, shirt, shoes, phone, that will make you happy. Working jobs you hate, to buy crap you don't need, to impress those you don't know - that's just !#@$ nuts. Connecting, man, that's where it's at. Ah, but there's the rub. Another person cannot make you happy. But losing them can make you all sortsa bent outta shape. Connecting. It's harder than one might imagine: Her: Can you not call me? Me: Tonight or ever? Her: (pause) Ever. (click)---------- 20080424:09:30 Edit - The conversations I write of are all taken out of context on purpose. As a general rule, when I write of someone I date, please refrain from writing anything rude of them? Labels: dialogue, disappointed, discussion, geroge, harold, Syd Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 6 comments ::
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Friday, February 01, 2008 | |
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Meet Syd Location: 9:40 yest, the Midtown Tunnel Mood: possibly sick again Music: no sympathy come around and I'm in between the layers  ---------- Roomie: Her: That's cheating. Me: I don't say I'm gay, they just ask and I politely decline to answer. Besides, how's it cheating? Her: It's dishonest! You're not gay and you should tell them right away.Me: (rolling eyes) Please. Men don't wear three-inch heels, makeup, or anything that starts with the words "push up." What you see is what you get. I assure you, there's been more than one time when I don't even recognize the girl the next time around. Her: (ignoring comment) So how to they find out you're not?Me: (laughing) That's a whole different conversation. Friend: Me: I have no idea why I keep meeting chicks that are so young. Her: I think it's how you dress. Me: (puzzled) How I dress? How should I dress?Her: Have you ever thought about shopping at the Gap? Me: (pause) No. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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