This one is kind of automatic in a “Have I Been Abducted by Aliens?” checklist. No one diagnoses oneself as a cosmic sleep rape victim because they’re super duper confident. This is like asking, “Have you ever had trouble understanding a Chinese waiter?” in a list called “How Can I Tell if I’m Deaf?”
PETER GABRIEL PETER GABRIEL
Performing “So” live with the original 1987 lineup. Oh my god. $605 dollars for a floor ticket?!
Between this and F&tM I am very excited about summer concerts. The Genesis tribute band I geekily admit to loving (Musical Box) should be back for another leg as well.
From a literacy charity’s website:
“I have learned that things are not always what they seem. As a result of this trip I have found my passion. It is both exciting and rewarding to be apart of something bigger than me”
YES
LITERACY FOREVER
So! Just got back from picking up my roommate’s phone - from the guy who stole it off of him on the subway last night, because he was too drunk to notice. Spent the evening calling everyone he knows worried he was dead in a ditch. He came home laughing, “I slept in a ditch! LOL!”
That’s it. Gave him his walking papers. I’ve been trod on enough. July 1st, I’m moving back to the east end. Already have some appointments for viewings. It takes a fucking lot to get me to turn on someone, but making me sick with worry and have to go meet some idiot hoodlum to recover the things you lost because you’re a fucking alcoholic child is just a bridge too far. You’re 32 years old. It’s not fucking cute.
On that note, found a great app for apartment-hunting, http://padmapper.com. If you’re standing somewhere thinking “Oh what a nice area for me to live” it will show you everything for rent in a radius, with photos.
Can’t wait to go see fireworks my tax dollars tonight. There was a small show at Eglinton Park last night when I went for my run, so I’m primed.
Had an audition Friday night for a fundraiser in August, which went extremely well. Flush with cash and confidence, set off to the spa with my best friend Saturday for a catch-up day. It’s been so long since I did anything indulgent for myself, and I’ve earned it after the last little while.
All day in and out of various pools. Pool of green tea! Pool of freezing water! Pool of sea salt farmed by some chucklefuck in France! When the attendant walked us through, she pointed out that the sauna area “is infrared, so it heats you from the inside.”
“What, like a microwave?!” says my friend.
“Yeah, exactly!” says our attendant, Lacey. Not quite the answer we wanted to hear. Beercan chicken recipes float through our heads.
After three hours of warm water, exotic oils, and being pounded all over, we slip back to her house and I get to spend a beautiful afternoon playing with her son, my nephew, who has just turned one. I feed him on my lap while he watches his Dad build a shed. I realise after a while he’s fallen asleep on me and someone passes me a beer.
Jeff gets the shed built and we all gather around the firepit under a lovely lit anti-mosquito gazebo for some Trivial Pursuit once the baby’s down. Barbeque, beer, my best friends of almost 25 years, and trivia - perfect night.
I walk home getting off on music and kind of forget that although it’s 1:45 am, I am still visible, so one car honks at me as I dance down the street, internally spazzing out to Love & Rockets. I don’t care. I’m so tired of not letting myself have any fun. This world was put here for me to enjoy, and I’m done. Just done with these self-forged chains and stupid fears. I spent an entire day naked as a jaybird in a spa with a ton of other people I’ve never met, and I was fine. I’m dancing down the street, singing along to something no one else can hear, and I’m fine.
I stop on my front stoop for a cig and some wind-down time before heading upstairs to god knows what, and follow a rogue star on its path down the astral lanes. Send me a sign, little star, I think, let me know I’m on the right track here.
“Haunted When the Minutes Drag”, replies my iPod. All right, then.
Today I’m at work playing D3. When it gets dark I’ll probably wander down to the beach for fireworks, the little show is always good and nowhere near as rammed as it will be tomorrow.
Life is finally getting good.
I like my keyboards like I like my men..fast, blank, and loud
“I’m 7 foot. For Halloween I went as a normal guy on stilts.”
(Source: omghayata, via tumblrisforlulz)
Aww 20 Dollars, but I wanted a peanut.
MONEY CAN BE EXCHANGED FOR GOODS AND SERVICES
(Source: eyeonspringfield)
Shadow of the Colossus commission for Mike!
If YOU’D like to commission me, check out the info here~
You should commission Matt because he makes art that looks like stills from movies :O
Agreed, Matt is incredible so if you want an incredible drawing you could pay Matt to draw an incredible drawing for you to have
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
