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Characters: Trent and Gavin
Activitiy: Saving tip money for half a year to buy a turntable
Results: Most likely awesome. Taking ten albums to work tomorrow to find out how awesome I think I am.
We haven't decided what to christen the damn thing to but it seems sort of important. I mean, it is a total ritual for dooks likes us. It'll be awesome. Electric Mud will be in there. We'll probably end up cutting up our hands because our ears will be all. We got rock'n'roll hearts and some dreams of being cooler than dock mobsters. No one to poll, no time to poll. We'll find a middle ground between murder and love. The devil spooks still. This does mean EIGHT more hours of vinyl a day and I didn't even have to get a job at some jokester record shop where the 'core kids bow. Suck on my first mix tape soon, based around take me home tonight naturally. Duh, all i want is some hoochie. Be like the Ohio Players and make honey.

Dick job.

Listen to Kurt Vile because he probably will be pulled up, all the soulstuffers are.

Surely the internet has a coffee table.

I spend so much of my time thinking about coffee table books and those more expensive magazines that are like coffee table books. I love that they have lots of nice pictures and/or interesting bits of information that start conversations when the coasters are still few and lacking rings. i just really enjoy having things to look at. and living in a single room without a coffee table it might seem unnecessary to have coffee table books. i'm typically alone as well which means there ain't dick of anyone around to talk to about this interesting thing but it passes the time and sometime in the future, ages from now, i'll have a coffee table to gather around. SO where do i find what i want without knowing what i want? I really want something so visually pleasing that i daydream and escape to a wonderful fantasy. This is why i say the internet must surely have a coffee table. and not amazon. where is my internet home? that's all. also, i'll hopefully be learning more about making this look cool and be cool. because i sorta care right now about it.

building

i wish i did more of this. my eye is starting to burn with pure and acute pain. oh well. i switched from beer to wine about an hour ago. shrug. i need to put time into things. i've started helping with dinner. which is sooooo satisfying. keep walking. why do all stevie nicks songs make me think that i should just give up? she's so goddamned depressing. but sometimes it's really, really right. right? i dunno. i haven't cried in forever. who knows what that means but i feel exhausted. welcome back gavinwardnaked. i feel like i should be better at this. been watching night and the city and there is a great line about how the main character is an artist without an artform and i relate to that. maybe most people do. how should i know? you should ask them. maybe i should. anyways, they go on to say how truly sad that it. it's exhausting. day in and day out. then one day you're hung up.
so the government loves me and gave me money. and i realize how much more productive i am with money. sooooo that means i need to make more of that happen. that might be tiring and thus draining. i expect to find that money will open up doors. this is so juvenile and duh. ugh. i spend more time looking in the mirror than i put in these things. i do want to start producing money.
going to sxsw this week. also, there might be a party. also, concerts on tuesday and wednesday in tulsa and norman. or maybe okc. i'll probably be dead by the end of the week. all the booze. and floors. and arguments. and not falling in love. over. and over again. seriously, i'm getting lonely which really means i need to start being more active. oh golly. christie mcvie always makes the stevie burns cool off just a bit. ho hum. sry. gnight. i wish i had a taco.
btw. i need to write to of montreal. i worked on that some but it wasn't right. circumstances were wrong. oh, go OU! and, i need to start a focused blog. on something.