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[29 Sep 2010|11:49pm]
Did You Know?:

You can flip off a fireman if he's on his way to a fire.
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Dear Joe [20 Sep 2010|08:53am]
Giving a fuck that other people might give a fuck when no one gives a fuck is fucking you up.
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Part 2 in a series of LJ posts by Joe [17 Jun 2010|03:39pm]

That Pixies concert I mentioned 8 months ago was fun.

I'm going to have this website journal until I die.
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[21 Nov 2009|01:25pm]
Pixies (Dolittle Tour!) on Monday. I haven't been to a non-local show since Daft Punk (August 2007??). I am too fuckin' excited.
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[15 Nov 2009|03:32pm]
[ mood | blank ]

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[01 Nov 2009|02:25pm]
Halloween was nuts. I was Captain Hammer. Nobody knew who the fuck that was, but I was awesome. Nathan Fillion is awesome. Jesse had an amazing Dr. Horrible costume. I swell with pride.

Building a new computer this week--very excited. Saved about 500 dollars on the parts. This is a great week in geeking out.

Sweet update.
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[22 Oct 2009|12:07am]
Joe and Adam's Rock Resource Page

We kinda liked Nirvana in 8th grade, a little.

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lounging in the shade and sipping his mojito, Satan cozied up with a delightful book [15 Oct 2009|11:59pm]

Any book I read from here and on is going to be dull as shit. fuck
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[11 Oct 2009|02:00pm]
Having a garage sale next Saturday if any of you will be around. Lots of CDs I've grown out of, got free as promo, sucked to begin with (I own Mars Volta CDs after Deloused), hold the same sentimental value to me as mp3s, etc. Lots of solid tunes (stuff you would listen to, not Hall and Oates Greatest Hits) that I'm not going to have room for soon. Most of my books and stuff my mother doesn't want anymore as well. Come buy the remnants of my faded adolescence at discount prices.

Don't even think about trying to buy my Katsak. That crinkling sound makes my pants move.
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A year ago, these cops and lawyers wouldn't dare cross any of you. I mean, WHAT HAPPENED?? [28 Sep 2009|06:30am]
I bought my mother a scanner so she would have something to do while she's home recovering from surgery. I have been the target of too many "WHAT HAPPENED??" jokes (as in, you were so cute, WHAT HAPPENED??)

I want to know what happened to that sweater.

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[05 Sep 2009|05:23am]
[ mood | drowzy ]

If I could pick any place at any point in time to be right now, it might be on that roof, smoking something (because I haven't in a while), standing between all those old guys with a certain groovy chick listening to all those English bastards mutter over each other, and wearing a gigantic coat because god dammit I want summer to end. Paul has a sweet beard.

Chicago this weekend. Reminds me of the 'palooza. Cool.

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[02 Sep 2009|04:07pm]
[ mood | amused ]

I don't post here as often because I have far less to whine about. Instead I'll share this:

The greatest joke ever toldCollapse )

Read from beginning to end. It's 100% worth it.

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[18 Jun 2009|07:59pm]



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[08 Jun 2009|04:26pm]
Today has been a good Monday.

this song gives my soul an erection.
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a golden heart stops [21 Apr 2009|11:14pm]
I had never seen my father cry before. I watched your wife--now widow--of 53 years collapse against your casket, muttering words to her passed rico hombre. I saw all of the family that I always felt resented me because of what my mother did to my father all of a sudden become very human. I sat there, remembering the times I picked grapes with you in your garden and catching newts on the stone streets outside of your home, my nose pressed against the back of julian's head, my eyes stone cold and dry. but tonight I cry for you, avô. rest in peace.
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all that makes us human [10 Apr 2009|07:27pm]
I had my first nightmare ever last night. Not a bad dream; I guess I've had a few of those, the boring ones that end with me waking in relief. I'm talking waking up cold, sweaty and scared as all fuck. Holy shit, people are not exaggerating about how dreadful it is. I can't recall any of the dream at all. The timing is completely balls because life seems to have recently happened upon an abundance of happy things to throw my way and it's been a big fuzzy ball of fun and delights and such. I'm actually spirited and content, so I'm absolutely clueless as to where this came from. I haven't dreamed consciously in a long time. I suppose that's due to my loss of interest in the whole subject, or lacking the need to be so inward. May be something to focus on if it happens again.

My brains feel like they're going to pour out of my nose. I also very rarely get headaches and never any this bad. Maybe it's all the Drum & Bass.

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[24 Mar 2009|02:39am]
[ mood | ---- ]

Three years ago, things were so much better than they are now. Three years from now, I will think things were a lot better three years ago. Recurring cycle of nostalgia and neglect; a longing for everything distant, untouchable, long-passed. I want hear this song for the first time again. I wish I had burned fewer bridges and journals.

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uh huh, yep [15 Mar 2009|05:22pm]

All I can think of is this: filer.case.edu/dts8/thelastq.htm

Man considered with himself, for in a way, Man, mentally, was one. He consisted of a trillion, trillion, trillion ageless bodies, each in its place, each resting quiet and incorruptible, each cared for by perfect automatons, equally incorruptible, while the minds of all the bodies freely melted one into the other, indistinguishable.

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little lights reaching over my head [05 Mar 2009|03:45am]
[ mood | content ]

tonight was the real haha funny. though, I should stop making plans at 12am on wednesday nights, but tonight just turned out so great. I've been listening to the smiths, okkervil, wilco, waits, red house painters, all this amazing beautiful noise, without it genuinely depressing me. it feels and sounds excellent. I want to sing this song real loud, I want to run off somewhere where I can. I'm excited for my cold freezing dashboard tomorrow morning; it's a good place.

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it's unfortunate that most people, all they read are the words [26 Feb 2009|04:21pm]
[ mood | tired ]

fucking smashed my acoustic with my trunk last night. Probably a good bit of neck damage but I can't tell because 3 of the strings popped off. I'm really so absent-minded and clumsy, especially when I'm by myself. My head just trails forever, like I would like to do one day if this was a different world conducive to that sort of thing. It's really the one thing I hate about myself, other than my frail voice and my relentless optimism about (thus relapsing of) poor personal decisions. It's really one of several things, but I guess I need to hate in order to love.

I'm supposed to go to PA this weekend I think. I just ran out of money so I probably won't. need to get yet another job to loathe I guess. or I can be a shut-in again and take the train to school. cheating the transit system is generally inexpensive.

I just want to leave
wtb May 2010
and get the fuck out
go to california with an aching in my heart

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