hello again.

Just distracting myself with work and French New Wave movies. More good days than downers, I'd say. Fighting the good fight.

Hope Johnny Law finds someone else to follow. Damn.

hye, how goes things? I went to NYC for a week - it was a smooth, albeit not altogether clean, getaway. ps - thanks for the points.

Thanks, I need them. I actually booked an appointment with a therapist to sort through this romantic derailment. It still feels unreal and I feel like like a loser. What sucks is that if this had been anyone else, I wouldn't have taken it so damn hard. Oh well, they say you always hurt the ones you love, and if that's true, she must have loved me loads.

Well, I hope that the crush situation does for you what you need it to do, ya know?

Bouncing the good vibes right back your way.

@better times, I sure as H hope so. I know there's not much I can do except wait this thing out and that means just letting the days accumulate and seeing how the situation plays out. In the meantime, I've forced myself to go out more, for better or for worse. Anyway, the happy and hopeful, yet somewhat uncertain, beginnings of this drama are outlined in the comments for a recent mixtape of mine (intense currents...). It's taken a turn for the worse lately. What hurts is that I was brought into this situation, did everything right, and now seem to be the one who has gotten hurt the most. I wish I had done something wrong, it would make it easier to bear. Instead I'm left with her telling me that what she feels is too intense and what she needs is more simple right now and she knows that she'll do enough regretting for the both of us later, this is what she needs to do. So basically I'm like top shelf liquor that she can't risk taking down because it's a long way up there and it might break on the way down. Anyway, that's a hint for the hurt I've been through.

Purple Mercy, you say? I think there's room on my plate for some doom metal, right next to the shoegaze and punk + leonard cohen stuff. I'm gonna look it up.

The last dream I remember is feeling an itch on my left hand, looking down to see a golf ball sized greenish bulge, from which a full grown spider burrows out. Don't know what it means. Spiders in dreams can sometimes mean good fortune. I guess I'll just focus on that. I wish I could have a dream where I get it on with Catherine-Isabelle Duport. That would be better. Haha.

I'm gonna end all positive. Things have to get better and will. Good luck with school, work, life, etc.
peace.

2011 has been totally unpredictable for me. Like a movie in some ways. Emotional roller coaster. Presently on the down swing with no idea how the damn thing will end. Insomnia, daywondering, day and night wandering, but a decent coffee shop opened up a quarter mile for my house, so there's that. I think a church runs it, but it's one of the best places to get Stumptown coffee and it's close, so yeah, god bless america and shtuff.

I spent the weekend staying in and watching John Woo flicks and not sleeping much.

any new music i should know about? Since I've been so bummed out lately, I've been embracing it by listening to The Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs. I know that Stephin Merritt meant it to be all ironic and humourous and a joke about heartbreaking love songs, but I'll be damned it he didn't nail it much of the time. Maybe it only works when you're feeling shitty.

Hope you find a job soon.

hello, how's tricks?

Thanks for the rating on me last mix. You rock hard, etc. Hope things are going well for you. Later.

MELVINS FUCK YEAH!

Strange days.