let the funeral start, hear the casket close
<<2002-11-23 - 3:34 pm>>

i had it up on my gift list as a half joke and my mom just got me one. we went to staples to pick up something and she was just like "oh.. typewriter... cheap! happy hanukkah!"

so now i have a new typewriter. i've already written a couple letters to people on it. next i'm gonna try writing a story on it or something. shit yeah.

the song of the day is placebo's cover of "bigmouth strikes again". that song is crazy hot.

so let's see... what else... i don't know. things are fine, but just really dissatisfying. i wish i were 22, attractive, and a successful music journalist. only then will i be happy. well, throw in a steamy affair with julian casablancas, and THEN i will be happy.

in addition to the typewriter, i bought two really colorful scarves (scarfs?), a happy little white hat with a pom pom on it, and a puffy red jacket. i'm officially ready for winter. BRING IT ON, MOTHERFUCKER!

ok, people who write will know what i'm talking about, but... everyone knows writer's block. i feel like i have this perverted version of writer's block though. kind of like i'm all in pieces and i can't pay attention long enough to get the pieces back together and write something that doesn't make me want to just die because it's so stupid. even write now. it makes me wanna shrivel up and die. i'm going to go try something right now. it'll probably go up at futurism. if nothing new is up within the next few hours, you'll know that i failed and i'm probably sitting on my bed, pissed off with myself.