Out on the road so sorry if I'm remiss in email responses. Well, not out on the road, not physically, not metaphorically, not even close. I'm just being a ghost in my hometown full of ghosts. Coming home depresses me. Not because it sucks -- I just realize how small I was. And that's a cruel mind trick, 'cause I'm still so very small now but I don't acknowledge it, hence the depression. At least I got away from here (Waukesha, WI, bourgeois suburbs). It feels good knowing that humans can escape environments that run counter to the health and philosophy of their individualism... I keep running into drunk people (apparently, according to MS Word, it's drunken people, not drunk people) who insist on sharing whatever they feel necessary to share with me. It's annoying till I realize my blog traces subtlety down the same vein... Really struggling here. Really really struggling. Can't write it away, can't wish it away, can't drink it away. I did, however, take this note (meeting my friend at Perkins this Sunday morning) on this paper (rectal foam promo) in my parents house (definitely don't ask definitely don't tell) and it made me snot silly:

Laughter aside -- back to brooding:

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.