:: 2008 24 April :: 10.35 pm

I think I probably came off as an asshole to a lot of people today. Because I'm bitter and peeved and ungrateful and really hungry.

Did I mention that I slammed my fists down on the hood of a cab today who almost ran me over and said, "I'm walkin' here!" With the rough accent and everything. It was liberating.

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:: 2008 23 April :: 6.45 pm
:: Music: Le parapluie/Yann Tierson

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:: 2008 22 April :: 9.56 pm

Blah. Stop calling yourself a photographeeeer.

Perhaps it's a problem with myself because I am finding it increasingly infuriating to be associated with these people who seem to demonstrate little skill or genuine passion for the medium. Instead, they present an overall weakness, aesthetically and conceptually. At risk of sounding like a pretentious asshole, maybe I expect anybody who labels themselves as a "photographer" to be an aficionado. I shouldn't put anybody up on a pedestal. So I suppose I shouldn't find it infuriating. I guess that makes me a bastard.

But it's not difficult to differentiate a genuine photographer from a phony one. Or any type of artist, for that matter.

I know I sound egotistically bloated, but whatever. I have every right to be when it comes to this.

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:: 2008 21 April :: 8.15 pm

I kind-of want to get my nose pierced. Just a small little stub.
It'd be cute.

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:: 2008 20 April :: 12.13 am
:: Mood: Amused.

My roommate and I walked down to Crown Fried Chicken for dinner and decided on our walk back that we'd eat on the roof floor of the parking garage and have ourselves a picnic. Indulging ourselves with tasty fried chicken in 75-degree weather with a warm breeze and a beautiful view of the city sounded like a splendid idea to us.

So we finally got to the roof floor and what did we stumble upon? A young couple doing the horizontal tango. All four of us froze. They stared back at us in shock and horror and Erica and I just stood there, speechless. A nano-second later, we simultaneously busted out in laughter at this couple's predicament. We laughed so hard that we had tears rolling down our cheeks.

Needless to say, we walked away belly-laughing and chose a different area of the roof to have our picnic and the couple left in an angry rush.

Moral of the story: Don't have sex on the roofs of parking garages!

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:: 2008 16 April :: 6.09 pm

Today, I was walking on my way to the parking garage and I got a nice whiff of meat cooking on a grill, which was far more agreeable to my nostrils than the regular random whiffs of sewage and subway fumes.

Summer is on its way.

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:: 2008 14 April :: 9.55 pm

What the hell, man. What... the hell.

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:: 2008 2 March :: 1.45 am

Breathe.

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:: 2008 20 February :: 11.08 pm

Oh, Pink Floyd. You know how to say things.

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut?

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed-of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many time

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

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:: 2008 17 February :: 6.47 pm

I hate girls!

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:: 2008 12 February :: 10.53 pm

I'm feeling pretty defeated today. I'm frustrated that I've let myself dilapidate into this attitude, especially when I was doing so well.

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:: 2008 10 February :: 10.06 pm

I believe I just belched the loudest belch I've ever belched in my entire life. And sadly, it's an 8 on the Belching Meter. I'll break ten someday.

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:: 2008 7 February :: 7.10 pm

I can't imagine not existing anymore.

Does that idea terrify anybody else? How can we live fifteen, thirty, fifty, seventy, one hundred years on this earth and then just... stop? Nothing. Blankness. Something to feed the worms and that's strictly it. Just a feast.

There's something more out there. For me, it is God. I have my faith and it's something I know deep down in my bones. There IS something more, or what's the point of this all?

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:: 2008 6 February :: 4.46 pm

So, uh... I had the pleasure of wearing shorts all day and smelling rain on warm pavement. Take THAT and your stupid snow days, Michigan.


Buahahahahaha!

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:: 2008 2 February :: 11.55 am

Some reciprocation would be swell.

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