i am smrt...

yes, yet again a list of my favorite things...

Vice magazine. so scary and funny and f*cked up. i love it.
waiting for episode III. the ROTS, as in d's old crew. the waiting may just be better than the actual film, but i don't care. i am a geek.
my neighborhood. it's quiet, quaint, and there is a really good comic shop right down the street. and the taco joint makes bad ass steak burritos. yum.
my new boots. i just got the old safety... paratrooper jump boots. the good stuff in life.
Haunted, the new Chuck Palahniuk book. ugh. i shiver every time i open it.
my MOTORCYCLE. yes, thats right kids. i have a Kawasaki KZ 650. and bammer has a OHC 400. as soon as i get all the legal shit together, it is ON.
my apartment. so nice, comfy and quiet. unless i decide to rock out, then its like a concert hall. and i'm the star.
crossword puzzles. early in the week they make me feel less stupid.
talking to Daniel, Ilona, Sara, Peet, Keegs, Shiela, and Ozel on the phone. y'all know how to keep a brother going.
knowing that Daniel and Ilona are closer and closer to me. WEEKEND VISITS TO PORTLAND.
my birthday, getting closer and closer... new tattoos... heh.

okay, that about does it for this installment. more when the mood strikes me.
lovin' ya in SF!

x marks the spot...

lets see..., what the hell has been going on here... got a bicycle to get back and forth form the BART stations. neet-o. freaking out like the enormous dork i am over Star Wars: Episode III ROTS. work is going well, i still really dig the nightclub security work, cause those kats are keen. the lp stuff, not so much. it's getting less and less worth it to come to work in the city for crap pay. i'm looking around the neighborhood for some better paying stuff, and hopefully lots less travel time. although, this travel thing may just start working itself out, you see my boss at said nightclub has a thing for rebuilding old moorcycles, and now says i should get over to his place on thursday to see if i like one of the bikes he has in his garage. so it looks like i'm about to get a motorcycloe. don't worry, fair readers, i'm the epidemy of a defensive driver. and there are helmet laws here, which i would wear if it was legal or not... so wish happy, well driven thoughts for me, so i can get that rad bike and not pay for tyhe friggen BART every goddam day.
life on the home front is great. the apartment is rad, my little blue haired girl is doing better with her foot. its still bugging her, but she's making progress. and she's freaking out to tom waits. guh. will the wonders never cease?
daniel and ilona are soon to be northwestward bound. it's good country up there. i know they've been calling but they keep hitting me at work or under the cover of sleep from a long night of shit-talking drunks. but no worry, i soon will be up to the forested wonders to see them amongst a few others i miss dearly. and to show off the sweet little lass i have on my arm.
well kids, i'm off to work some. i guess i can put in a quick hello so everybody knows i'm in the building.
boogely...




wait for it...

she says i chortled...

fantomas was DRASTICALLY amazing. a powerful show for all to see, and we got to glance upon his rugged demeanor right before the show, as he left for some fine dining somewhere. the mike. lots of work these last few weeks, driving me a bit buggy i must admit. now my boss over at the club is pushing me to get a motorcycle. to which i am not really against. it is the most intelligent mode of transportation in this fine metropolis. and i'd look really hot, at least thats what my girlfriend says. biker midget! anywho, back to the grind of loss prevention.
YEE-HA!