March 2010
15 posts
no matter how many times i type it, juice never looks the way it should
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4 more hours until my parents arrive.
the house is clean
the dishes are done
the kitchen smells like food
the food smells like delicious
paraphernalia has been hidden
the walls have stopped breathing
the floors have been swept
dave brubek, rusko, caspa, sam beam, and shpongle have all come and gone
experienced magic with my buddy josh
and welcomed in spring the way it should be welcomed.
now its time to get into some...
also
my pot intake has DRASTICALLY reduced in the past week. i went from smoking every day to not even being interested in smoking for the past week. maybe this is lil’ Ian growing up
woke up this morning
to a hella cute text
spent my “morning internet time” looking at airfare to the different places i want to go this summer.
which are:
New York/CT/Hyde Park
Denver
Dublin
L.A.
Portland
Charlotte, SC
i can pick 2 if i want to get a TON of loans for school, 3 if i want to put school off for another semester or i can go just to Ireland and do some backpacking out there.
either...
The Union Woodshop
owns my life.
such a love/hate relationship with that place.
at least i’m learning things…. right?
the life of a line cook is easy compared to some, but hell compared to others.
enjoy your beautiful st. patty’s day.
i’ll be in the kitchen… not drinking green beer.
woke up this morning
determined to work on this fucking beat.
i’ve been trying to figure out abelton strictly with youtube tutorials and just fucking around with settings. my problem is i never remember what i’m doing when i find it and am never able to recreate it.
so what i’m saying is that with my parents out of town i have 5 pre rolled joints, an ash tray, a full pot of coffee, my comfys and a...
thinkmingus:
I played for a poetry crowd at Art...