so that thing is a "valentine" i made. the concept was to basically take the least ever flattering picture of us and make it lessleaster more unflattering. from my heart.
owen pallett isn't really performing a mind show. i imagine it will be his usual "hi guys i play the violin real fancy so you all piss yourself" kind of show. and frankly, i don't even know what a mind show is. NOT a hypnotist.
via texting, on cellular phones, luke and i had an excellent conversation just this exact second almost. highlights inlcude: his mustyache getting him BACK IN THE GOOD BOOKS of an important/influencial big city dj, and him calling me his mom.
today in class i suggested that idiot readers of books get mad at "vague" writing because they need some big lame direct message and get effed in the head if it's actually just about imagery or some shit. right? those people should watch the olympics. it's very clearly laid out what's what: gold, silver, bronze.
all olympics are special olympics.
i bought plaid pants and i wear them with my docs. it really is two thousand and ten o'clock.
thank god.
ReplyDeleteYEP. thank god for the internet and cali falling in love again. were you gonna try to hide this shit? cositdintwerk.
ReplyDeleteoh yeah, thank you for tonight. owen pallett pissed me off because i sure did piss myself off. by that i mean i pissed myself and you guys just didn't notice.
time for bed i think.