orange you glad i didn't say tomato?


For once i am not writing on a Sunday. amazing. it's funny, having this little prose blog - since it's essentially an extension of my muddled thoughts, i keep forgetting to update it -- after all, the dialogue is constantly going on inside this head of mine, so it feels like the blog is gigantic. and guess what? i am wrong! because all the little neurotic quips and blips aren't actually recorded. They just slink off into dusty corners and mope.

we were talking about moping the other day. how it's dope to mope. How moping and coping go hand in hand. how we're all riding mope-eds down the highways of life. well, that's not technically true i suppose.

i am happier than sad. i just like to wax on pretentiously. how did i phrase it today?

i am a full-time dreamer and a part-time schemer.

and spring is here. 5 songs to spring to.

SOUND team -- movie monster.
figurines -- release me on the floor.
hot chip -- no fit state.
alias & ehren -- 52nd & west.
oh no! oh my! -- i have no sister.