oh, ok.

oh sammy…samson.

you know. lately i’ve become painfully aware that my cool facade isn’t really getting me anywhere. problem is, i can’t think of one time when i showed that i really cared that it worked out well/at all.

i fucking really really care. so much that my heart breaks all the time. it’s why i cry at commercials.

(sorry about the small pic. camera phone difficulties…)
last night i went to see japanther rock the shit out of some synchronized swimmers. it was really hard not to jump into that pool, and to be honest, if it hadn’t been so cold out i just might have. i love japanther becasue the music the make is so simple and honest and has a TON of good energy and isn’t trying to be anything other than what it is. there’s no fear. just rock.

after japanther i had tea and cigarettes and delightfully long moments of wordless staring into space between stories and laughter with a personal favorite.

i fucking really really care. so much that my heart breaks all the time. it’s why i cry at commercials.

i feel like i fell of a cliff.

last night i hugged a ghost and dug up a bunch of putrid bones and this morning i just don’t know if i have it in me to scamper. its one of those mornings that remind me of why i hate the morning. you’re like…oh right. this. relentless. comfortless. endless and wide awake the whole fucking time.

i really really like to take self portraits. it’s the cindy sherman in me. heh.

i broke my camera not long after this shot was taken. my shit was so hot the thing just jumped right off it’s perch! so it’s going to be an interesting time here for a week or two until i get it fixed. don’t worry (like you are). i have my work-arounds.

april 20: bleeker and mercer

i wished on this one. it was the first star i saw that night.

april 21: prince and mott

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yeah. i talk to the sidewalk. it works.