Randall's Wal-Mart Epiphany
Dave wanted me to get a Tumblr...so I did.
So Cow- To-Do List
Easy, breezy, charming. My kind of love song.
When I get off the bus, sometimes I find myself wishing someone would watch me walk away.
(My) Texts From Last Night: 6/13
Her (2:33am): You really just wanted to get me on your couch to make out, didn’t ya? ;)
Me (2:35am): Making out is fun. But good bad movies are sublime. Watching good bad movies with you whilst making out? Well, that’s something I’ll smile on for a while.
Her (2:39am): Oh really?
Me (2:40am): Winky face and the like. Let’s hang out again soon. I think you’re cool.
Her (2:43am): You’re not so bad yourself - thanks for showing me a good time ;)
This is good, right? Thoughts? As we all know, making out does not a budding relationship make. And I don’t want this one to fade away like the rest. Hm.
The lead singer of this band (Okay) has Krohn’s Disease and can barely leave the house, let alone tour extensively. In spite of this, he makes some of the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. This song, “Oh”, is a slow burn, but the last two minutes are absolutely gorgeous (the rest ain’t bad, either). Psychedelic folk is really the only way to describe it (at least from my limited vocabulary).
I’ve been touting this band for a year now. And most certainly shall not stop.
Back, sluts.
I’m making an effort to make an effort again. Why? Because Dave Seger wants me to. And because I could likely write about things on here that I can’t in other places.
What, you ask?
How about Erin? A girl I’ve known for about 4 years and am currently almost dating. I’m obnoxiously smitten with this girl and regardless of whether or not she makes out with me, I have no idea how she feels about me.
Anyways, tonight we watched TROLL 2 and the THE ROOM and I was able to show her pictures of me and George Hardy and feel fucking harsh.
I am smitten. I can say this. And I have not been able to say this for a long time.
Thanks, Dave. I am making an effort again. FIND ME FOLLOWERS.
Sorry I’ve slacked here.
Two things:
1) I’m in Conneticut for the Eugene O’Neill Playwrights Conference. I’m here till the 15th. It’s prestigous as shit, I’m on the ocean, I’m surrounded by some of most important theatre artists in the country, I have no obligations, yet I’m continually getting depressed at random intervals throughout the day.
I miss my friends.
2) I think Girl Talk is fucking wonderful.
This is an AWFUL picture of me (awkward mid-sentence mouth and gonzo nose in full effect), but I AM rockin’ my Jesus to the Rescue shirt, which is a plus.
The girl is Geneva. We’ve kinda been dating (which is, ya know, smart ‘cause I’m moving in two weeks). Regardless, she’s making me dinner tomorrow night. And that’s kinda nice.
I’m changing my religious beliefs on facebook. This is kind of a big deal for me, as capital G-O-D consumes a good deal of my art, my conciousness, my sanity.
It now says Verse Chorus Verse, which is not just a reference to my play (which was my frackin’ religion at the time), but also to the endless cycles which pervade our lives, our cultures, our universes.
Lately, I’ve been fond of saying that I believe in something much more terrifying than God; I believe in destiny…
…but that doesn’t seem appropriate for facebook.
So I’m robbing a Neil Gaiman quote I stole from Seger who stole it from somebody else and so on…
That’s all.
Frightened Rabbit- Poke
“…you should look through some old photos
I adored you in every one of those
If someone took a picture of us now
they’d need to be told
that we had ever clung on tight
and maybe not with arms at night
‘I’d say she was his sister, but she doesn’t have his nose.’
And now we’re unrelated,
and rid of all the shit we hate
but I hate when I feel like this
and I never
hated you…”
Almost three years later and it’s still about the same girl.
But hey, no worries.
