john, i'm only dancing

Jared and I have an interesting "grass is greener" friendship. Sometimes when we're talking it seems like we want to be each other, and then we both laugh as we realize it.

I went to the Macaroni Grill tonight and expected it to be awful, but it was ok. The saltimbocca was, anyway; I avoided the big pasta dishes. Bad Italian food is a terrible thing, because real Italian food is so transcendently good.

I'm so much of a fool lately that I can't hardly keep track of which kind of fool I am. I hope the good kind of fool triumphs o'er the bad kind.

Coming up PCH from Capistrano with Matthew Sweet, Richard Thompson, the Furs, Buzzcocks, and the Kinks keeping me kompany felt good, especially after all this social anxiety lately. I think i have somehow become 16 again. Anyone notice my voice changing recently?

I might go on a drive to nowhere tomorrow night late. Anyone wanna go? Alternatively, come over and I'll make everyone a big salad. I got to talking about caprese again today and I'm thinking obsessively bout roma tomatoes, fresh wet buffalo mozzarella, basil, olive oil. Like, a 55 gallon drum of caprese.

I can listen to a really depressing Richard Thompson song like "The End of the Rainbow" or "How I Wanted To" and feel better. I realized tonight that it's because Dave Mattacks hits the drums like he's using a nailgun, bam bam bam, and he's actually stitching my universe back together. Thank God for good drummers; without them, I'd be useless gelatin.

Easy to fall
harder you stall
starts to slip away
drunk and in love
out at a club
holding a neon sign

zebulon_y pointed me to this image

This is how my life has looked to me lately:

In your heart you know he's right

from IM:

TorgoTen: BTW, I have bad news for you. L.A. just paid a quarter beelion dollars for a giant prop from /Earth: The Final Conflict/ http://www.organhouse.com/disneyhall/picpage/page1.htm

If I knew heartbreak was comin, I woulda set out runnin

I showed up at the local tonight and very suddenly realized that it was the wrong place to be, in about fifty ways at once. I practically pivoted and walked out. Sorry pbd for missing you; that was lame.

I went drivin' and cryin' for a bit. It's great that I can at least temporarily solve difficult emotional problems in life with internal combustion. Drove out to I-15 and Foothill Blvd. (otherwise known as Route 66), gassed up, drove back.

In the process I realized that my problem is in fact not a teenaged sex drama problem, but an elementary school best friend problem. Damn. Now I wish I'd been able to drive in fourth grade.

Came back much later to a nice short convo with kennfusion.

I hate pictures of myself about 99.99% of the time. They always remind me that I somehow turned from the skinny kid with promise into the large lumpy mess with issues. I am aware that this is a knee-jerk dumb reaction and yet it still happens.

Ferdinand is playing Oct. 30 at the Scene in Glendale. Who wants ta go? They're gooooooood.

Crossposted to found_objects

From our "How the.. why.." files, this assemblage found out back at D's.