bastards of young

i was listening to pandora radio, the replacements station, and matchbox twenty came on and i almost threw my phone at the ground. so pissed, i had gone like 8 years not hearing that band. it was also just pointed out to me that when i just told that pointless anecdote to my friend, that i said matchbooks twenty. oh fuck i hate that dick that sings in the band, what the fucks that fucks name? rob thomas? fuck.

that said, reading "killing yourself to live" and just read about chuck klosterman's visit to the apartment bob stinson was found dead in.

i want to go on a road trip. instead i will be flying to reno for one day only, to see the lovely cassie on her 25th bday. she's the one that turned me on to the replacements to begin with.

see a theme here?

to quote repoman, "its like when you're thinking about plate of shrimp, and someone says plate or shrimp or plate of shrimp"

every new beginning

comes from some other beginnings end.

thanks one hit wonder band who's name i forget. that song "closing time" semisonic? was that them? i used to love that song. and that line is so accurate. it's strange to start a new chapter of my life. for as cliche as it sounds, moving is a huge change and an entirely new beginning for me. crazy.

the apartment in la is amazing and mine and everything keeps coming together like magic. so of course i feel like it will magically fall apart. and i already miss reno terribly. it's stupid really. but i feel like the weight on my back has been lifted off. never felt so at ease and in the right place. strange.

2009, let's get passionate and here's to new beginnings. and a shit ton of road trips.

eat my shorts

i think if i actually get "cannery row" as a halloween gift, i will have to eat my shorts.

that said, la here i come! oh, i am so so excited! like a little kid the day before christmas. i cannot wait. yay!

pho sho

today, i randomly ran into tonyboy when walking to pho with aislynn. he parks his car haphazardly in a spot, hops out and offers me a free chromeo ticket. for a show in san francisco. tonight. he's leaving town now. do i want it? fuck yes i do, but i work in AN HOUR. fuck. he then offers it to aislynn, whom he's only just met about a second ago. we tell him we'll think about it and to call us from a pay phone after buying oil for his car.

10 minutes later, i've zoned out walking around downtown, so we've walked like 5 blocks past pho at this point (oops! destination unknown) i can't get a hold of co-workers, but aislynn and i decide, fuck it, we'll both go, one of us will scalp a ticket. call work, my co-worker blows my cover to hell, and the fucking lawyer in library program is busy busy busy, which means there is no way i can go unless i want to fuck over a bunch of people with legal problems that are already getting fucked over.

aislynn ends up going with tonyboy, so i'm curious to see how that goes. god i wish i could've gone, would've been so ridiculous. instead, i ate pho by myself, and listened to some kid ask a vietnam vet if he ever ate pho in nam. the vet was covered in tattoos (actually, all three of the dudes looked like bikers) and kept responding with answers like "are you fucking serious?! we couldn't go eat with the locals. they were trying to kill us. and we were killing them."

and then just helped a man that used to "teach" (i use the term very, very loosely) me in middle school who was trying to file for medical bankruptcy-which does not exist. he didn't recognize me, but i remembered him because he was such a pompous toolbag and his woman (who was my science teacher and fraud of a drama/dance instructor in my joke of a performing arts program) once told a 13 yr old me that i had "no drive." gee, thanks.

in conclusion, i love that reno is so small i can run into friends offering me tickets and a trip to the bay area RIGHT NOW, but hate that it is so small that old pseudo teachers come in to my work with weird legal questions. ugh.

non sequitir: there are wasps living in the frame of my car door. also, i can't say the word "wasps" without is sounding like i've added about thirty extras "s" to it and very leaky "s" at that. need to kill those mother fuckers, stat!