Syndicate show!

The Syndicate show on Tuesday was pretty good. A little bit of a let down from the past years.

The World/Inferno Friendship society was even better than I've heard. I was so sad that they played so late we had to leave before we caught the end of their set. We missed a lot of it. The other bands sucked! Expect for We are Scientists... they rocked.

And I got to dance in a cage! Swa-weet!

Walking the walk... Advice to live by from Jack the lead singer of World/Inferno:

doing the do,
meaning what you say and following through,

giving a damn,
screwing the man,
being kind to the innocent and helping when you can,

shirt off your back last buck in wallet,
doing your best and not expecting thanks for it,

not being lazy,
keeping quiet when you feel crazy,

forgiving people when they fuck up 'cause you will to,
don't hurt other people and don't let them hurt you


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I thought it was really interesting when I read that, because it's exactly what I've always said was my philosophy on life... only when I said it, it didn't flow or sound as good. It's basically the same thing.

I'm so tired of people who don't give a damn, don't follow through and don't care if they hurt others. I hope our society can shake this selfish "me! me! me!" attitude and take some words of advice from a smart, but crazy, man. And me - who's also crazy.... but you should still listen to us! :-)

My personal good smelling spot...

New York Stinks!

It bothers me that people talk about how much New Jersey smells when NYC is really what stinks! It smells like a mixture of shit, piss, stale coffee and cigarettes. That's because the streets are filled with shit, piss, stale coffee and cigarettes.

On my walk from 33rd street to 42nd there is one spot that doesn't smell horrible. It's my good smell spot. I actually stop speed walking to stand in this spot and breathe it in. It's a Starbucks next to a Hot and Crusty. It's mostly the Hot and Crusty that smells really good, but the Starbucks helps.

I'm sure people think I'm a freak when I stop to smell the fresh New York City air (har har).

But I am a freak.

Dontcha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?

Dontcha?

The only thing that stops this moment of bliss is when smelly people stand in my good smell spot.

Sometime's is a jerk with a cigarette. Sometimes it's the homeless guy with his pants around his ankles. Sometimes it's shit, piss, stale coffee and cigarette all at once!

Don't fuck with my good smell spot!

He made a fire, and he made it so good... all the neighbors thought he was up to no good!

This world's got me dizy again...

Today in Penn Station, NY I saw a guy with dread locks so long he had to carry them so they wouldn't drag on the floor.

Now that's dedication!

I went camping last month, very short notice. I just had to be outside and away from all the crap. I feel like that more and more often. I'm guessing it's because I spend at least 5 days a week in the city.

So I feel as if I need to make another camping trip. Scratch that I want to go camping for the rest of the summer. Can I do that?

Yeah, I guess you're right I'd most likely lose my job. I guess the bright side of that is that there's no rent on my tent. However there's still the food factor, the land factor.

What I'd really like to do is backpack my way to California.

I guess I'd settle for any crazy rash decision at this point.

I'm itchin' Gettin' antsy!

I will be getting a new apartment soon. There's no way I can stay here. It's too hard emotionally. I guess if you don't know me or my situation that doesn't make any sense. But if you do know me you'd wonder how I'm able to survive staying here as long as I am. Not that my roommate is making this difficult. He's not. He's being amazing about everything really. It's just a tough situation and there's no way it can be easy.

I guess that's my new adventure. A new apartment.

But where will it be?

New Jersey?

New York?

California?

Chicago?

Ireland?

Boston?

London?

Maybe it'll be where ever my car takes me and they allow me to set up my tent?

Summer Time Blues...

And there ain't no cure for the summer time blues...

I'm sitting in my office right now with one other person. It's a big office with a lot of desks, but they are all empty. It's the Friday after the Fourth of July and everyone is on vacation. I guess we should be working, but I did all morning, no one's answering the phones or returning e-mails so it seems like a waste.

I decided that I need to start contributing to the online world of blogging. I've had various blogs in the past, but I'm just as bad with them as I am with diaries. I start a fresh page in a new book and write a long entry. Then I'll loose it forget about it and start a new book. I must have 30 diaries at home with no more than 5 entries in them each.

That is pretty much how I roll.

I know it's horrible.

I start something and I don't finish it. I often start 6 things at the same time. There's just something so exciting about a new project, getting to the end is just so lame. I'm a mess, all over the place! Maybe that's why my boyfriend left me...

Well I'm sure there are a lot of reasons why. I think the same thing that attracts people to me is the thing that pushes them away (or makes them run away). I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about him and all that just yet. That situation is more of a mess than I am!

For now I'll just say that it's 4:20pm on the Friday after the 4th and I'm stuck in an air conditioned building instead of laying in the sand on the beach.

I want to run away. I want to drop everything and move to Hawaii and live in a hut braiding hair. What more would I need? Or throw everything on my back and ride my bike cross country. Maybe jump on a plane with only enough money to get me there. Where? Does it matter?

Sweet July.

Laugh now.