i could spend all day on cobrasnake.
as if i don't already.
every bit of fun time you ever missed and will never be a part of again...
"you would want to be a part of this? whatever this is?"
"well not THAT specifically, just something like it..."
"..."
"fuck, all i'm saying is i need to get out more."
"..."
"..."
in a sense i share that bit of rensentment toward every aspect of hipster/scenester/fuckwhatever (sub?)culture, espcecially fashion, but in the end these kids are having fun and i think the saddest part about CS is how mark turns you into some kind of voyeuristic zombie for all things exciting and easy on the eyes (apparently).
or maybe i just like photography (and design in general) and wish i could go back six years and start all over again.
i digress...
plus you fall in love ten times over, and then realize that you're about as much of a backwards alcoholic as the rest of them... or maybe you think you should be doing more with your life... at least... enjoying yourself more...
so yeah i'm in. take me to the xanax annex.
oh... and uh... this 'blog' (fukkinhatethatword) still pertains to music.
listen to: the magnetic fields, giraffes, kinks, jam and MOST of all, the blood brothers new stuff.
because i am.
pick up planes mistaken for stars... 'mercy' or anything by the new pornographers
because i did.
i'm not posting links. you have a computer and i assume if you made it this far you can read.
make it happen.
i'll have a big fucking list of shit coming soon. whether that excites you or not.
