In honor of my going out to a local club on free Monday music night for the first time in a year, I’m going to look deep into the recesses of my old LiveJournal to share with you yet another Artificial Artificial Paradises entry! Why, you ask? Because I used to go out on free music night almost every week when I first moved to Los Angeles (all the “hip” clubs on the east side host local bands and it’s free to get in on Mondays), and I would drink a lot on those nights, and I still had a pretty sweet cache of crazy pills back then. But now the only pills I have are prescribed to me, and all they do is make my stomach not hurt. Anyway, I got a job, and then a girlfriend, and finally I realized all the local bands here in LA suck! So I swore off free Monday music night. But one of my co-workers is playing tonight so I’ll check it out.
How does any of this relate to my blog? Well, I have nothing to write about tonight so I’ve got to find a way to entertain you until tomorrow.
Four of five years ago Zoya told me I should make my blog entirely about intoxicated musings. I think she said that because I was intoxicated a lot, and because for a few years I kept a LiveJournal chronicling my stoned and drunk misadventures. I used to fancy myself a young Baudelaire, Thomas deQuincy, or maybe just a still-alive Jonathan Melvoin (Smashing Pumpkins reference! -10 points). The only difference between me and those drug addicts was that I lacked insight into the human condition, had no idea what pills I was taking most of the time, and had a penchant for using 2,000 words to describe a plate of leftover spaghetti and meatballs or a blowjob from an old high school fling (yes, that one exists Meredith). Five years later, my old LiveJournal is still a guilty reading pleasure. Enjoy!
March 22nd, 2006
2:41am
Darkieshello. i’m okay. thanks. you. are. okay? too. periods. and random; punctuation! marks: confuse. readers. i? think. i’m devoting this entry to all things ROCK ‘N ROLL!
****, *, *** and *** came over tonight to do the thing with instruments in the basement. a lot of red wine, dogfish head, and marijuana, and codeine. sometimes when i injest [sic] a variety t’s only funny because your comedic timing is so far off.
i had to buy “nice clothes” for an event on tuesday. it was awful. i loathe shopping. a handfill of darvocet and it was off to the short hills mall for SHOPPINg, SHOOPING, SHOPPING! i loathe that shit. clothes. samantha, my ebony-skinned personal shopper assistant gal was probably very turned off by my “does it look like i give a fuck?” attitude. at one point i told her, “i just need something that, when i wear it, looks like i actually like myself.
hi there. surprised to see me? it’s getting late. wanna know a secret? well, alright.
threes put me to sleep and fours keep me awake.
unravel, unraveling, unraveled. s p a c e t i m e t r a v e l .
cold digit. morning history. sideways naps. among thieves.
dynamite highlights. catered affairs. itchy afterbirths.
working overtime. rhythmic grinding. bending spines.harmonies waft above the din.
she sing sang sung suave songs.
big. pitch. black. hang. high.salvage, salvageable, salvaged. t r a c e g r i m e g r a v e l .
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