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.