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If I had $22,000 I would buy this for my friend Caryn. I don’t though.
The best musicians are strung out. It’s true. It’s either because genius doesn’t lend itself to sanity and insanity lends itself to drug use or amazing musicianship is a result of drug use or drug use is just so widespread that the chances of being an amazing musician and drug addict is pretty high. I think it’s the first one. Try to think of a good band that wasn’t strung out. Minor Threat is the only one I can think of. And their whole thing was the edge. However, I don’t think it’s arguable to say the best music ever made was made under the influence of a lot of heavy drugs.
My bedroom is very warm. I’m sweating.
I found a place to sublet last night. Some super cool girls. Nice place.
I’m buying a cell phone tomorrow. Word.

Missing: Has anyone seen an orange t-shirt with an orange print of the United States that says Q and not U on it? I can’t for the life of me find it and it’s totally my favorite shirt. I’ve only worn it like twice. How do you lose a t-shirt?
I think people who spend a lot of time thinking about how they look and people who don’t look good at all are equally unattractive. Especially guys.. Girls have a little bit more leeway in the thinking about themselves category.
As for this Pledge of Allegience business.. It took long enough. First, I’m pretty sure McCarthy had a lot to do with the under god part. “millions of our schoolchildren will daily proclaim in every city and town, every village and rural schoolhouse, the dedication of our nation and our people to the Almighty.” -Eisenhower.
I always wanted to say amen after saying the pledge. I’m glad that’s been worked out.

My friend Gene’s real name is Adam but I think he needs more nicknames anyway. Jon came up with GENE-itals. Here are more.
GENE-age daydream
GENE-ifer Lopez
GENE-ocide
GENE-nius
Mr. Con-GENE-iality
GENE-normous
the GENE-eral
GENE-trification
mon-GENE-ior
In GENE-tro fertilization
GENE-erous
GENE-sicle

This site gets a relink, if it’s already been linked: Lincoln Park Trixie Society. Dice.
Adobe Type rules. The histories of fonts are super interesting to me.

So I went to a family reunion yesterday in Dwight, Illinois. My brother and I are the only people our age their usually so we bring swimming trunks and go to the pool that is at the park that we all meet at. Some of the most pretentious things I’ve ever thought were going on. I am positively a city elitist. Just to prove it I thought some of the following things to myself:
“Hey man, you goin’ up to the big city?”
“Look at these redneck white trash fucks.”
“Hey sorry to hear about that tornado picking up your trailer.”
“Is that a Nascar hat?”
“I don’t even want to swim in this pool anymore.”
And finally just an overall feeling that I was better than all of the people there. Which may or may not be true, but it’s still odd to think you’re better than someone just because you live in the city. Even if you are.

When you’re around, I feel like my whole body is a giant eyeball. Not in a way that I can see everything that’s going on but rather that I have no giant eyelid to cover me and I keep getting touched.
When you aren’t I just want to hide out and wait for something real to happen.
I’m treading shallow water.
I’m like still air, just because I’m not moving doesn’t mean I’m not here.

Dear Extended Family,
For future family reunions I would like to make the following announcement. I would enjoy discussing the weather, politics, ambitions, farming, music, philosophy, social issues, math, art, food, humor, fashion, television, movies, girls and even sports. I guess that leaves about two things that I really don’t care to talk about and that would be 1. my shoe size and 2. my height. So when I walk away from you when you bring up these topics, it’s not because I’m rude, it’s because I don’t want to talk to you. Sorry.

I have successfully spent 20 years of my life off of the coffee. I think I’m on it. I hate mornings, I can’t ever do it. I stayed up all night last night, drank some coffee this morning and damned if it doesn’t feel fucking great. Yum, coffee.

Jeremiah’s porch is like fat camp for skinny people where you just eat, drink and smoke for hours on end.
Never ending summer volume 1.