no good news in this chapter

i had to initial my signature today. it was weird

also, apparently people who do smog checks earn nearly $1000 an hour.

inevitable

it was really only a matter of time

if patience started a band

in a life of admitted luxury, there are few things more miserable than being sick and alone

Mars Volta is empirically the correct thing to listen to while reading about quantum mechanics

the loneliness is starting to get to me

but maybe not in the way you would expect; i feel incredibly intro- and/or extraspective regarding modern culture and quantum uncertainty as it relates to reality, possibly as it relates to meaning

this is a call

we deal exclusively in crazy stories

i've bled los angeles blood

it must be so quiet outside of these headphones

we never really wanted to live forever

it really bothers me that, if there is nothing after death,

i'll never know it

i was a slow learner, i moved in flourishes

when the dog bites, when the bee stings

these

are a few of my

favorite things!

the bells ring no

lamenting the loss of daylight savings and that today, once again, i did not meet dave eggers; i persevere.

with great postage comes great responsibility

as ambivalent as i am about the record industry, these guys have done right by me

two by two

that sound was apparently water filling up the storage area, while cardboard rafts carried old letters to varying degrees of safety

i've got a really good heart, i just can't catch a break

it's always so fleeting

zen cleaning and other ways to spend a weekend

after throwing away everything that was growing mold or turning into brown liquid, i realized i was pretty happy with my refrigerator/life.

bled to a stone

probably i should've tried to find a roommate

went out for the weekend, it lasted forever

i won't lie, being alone is a little rough

asleep at the gate

shouldn't any person worthy of going to heaven feel guilty about being there?

a spark that just screams

life is too short, by definition, to provide any sort of context for itself.

it wasn't a barracuda

i've never seen anything like this place, crystal clear water and an unbelievable coral reef teeming with doctor seuss fish, plus sea anemones, an eel, and a sea turtle

but i'm pretty sure my favorite part is how right after you go in, you're breathing normally, but your body still thinks it's drowning

at least a thousand degrees

i guess something about "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone"

they paved paradise and put up a parking lot
i'm so proud of you (but please come home)

why are we always leaving?

i won't let it get to me just yet. it's nice to have a say in the matter on that sort of thing

it's an opportunity for regret

i've been trying not to think about it

but time's really sort of running out

if there is such a thing as ill-timed august rain

you know, this is the longest i've lived anywhere since i lived at home

(i think i'm ready to go)

or i'm going to tear my eyes out

i accidentally referred to both my apartment and my office independently as "the cave"

brokedown palace

sometimes i let things get to me more than they should

i can't get an ocean that's deep enough for my day

thunder and bombs rain down from the apartment above us, just like every other night

thou shall not take part in, or make, bad art

everything makes me feel either like i could do so much better or would do so much worse

things the grandchildren should know

acting like an adult, i guess is what i mean, which honestly, what am i expecting?

and she shatters like broken glass

i'm doing everything right, as far as i can tell, but not feeling much better about it

fragile

why does something so magnificent come with so little protection?

scars where its talons used to be

i realized tonight at dinner that i don't know what success is

back to the poison

the surprising truth is that i'm not really interested in coming up with anything new

providence!

i don't miss having someone to blame when things don't work out, but when things go right, it's sad having no one to thank.

a bottle of crow that says you don't exist

the fact of the matter is car crash city makes me want to fight whomever's around. or cry if i'm alone.

learning how to say hello

sometimes it's just too much

one shove from the nest

how have we never found this spot before, on the rocks with foot grooves so you can lean back and feel like falling, drinking gin and tonic out of a plastic sport bottle