buried with friends / smothered in hugs

as i was drifting off to sleep the other night i decided that, instead of being cremated, i'd rather be buried in a coffin filled with mixtapes made by people i've known.

but those mixes would not include CD's. they're too blade-like to be comforting.



[viewed: the decline of western civilization]

more than one year later...

sometimes i wonder how it is that i can sleep for such long periods of time, and how i can let so many things just slip away, and how i can get so fucking far behind in everything.

tyler, i feel like a shit for not responding to your e-mail yet. i'll be getting to that today.

other than that, i'm just trying to wake up, wipe the slugs off my face, and get ready for a new day.