Together, We Are A City

Marathon session of Battlestar Galactica with the girlfriend, because she has good taste in foreplay.

Nerd life.

Had a super productive day, got the apartment cleaned, and now it’s time for some much needed cuddling with the lady and movies.

Also, Real Ghosts Caught On Tape by Fake Problems is my current weekly favorite album and needs to be listened to.

My little sister and Nix convinced me to start drawing again.  I haven’t sat down and tried to actually create something in years, so I’m pretty excited.  I bought a pad and a set of sketching pencils/erasers/charcoal/blending stumps and it’s time to hopefully make something neat.

Celebrating thanksgiving by playing Team Fortress 2 with Ronnie.  Best thing one of us has shouted yet in nerdrage: “I will fuck you blind.”

Why do videogames bring out complete gibberish shit-talk? Because that’s what I’m thankful for.

You were one inch from the edge of this bed, I dragged you back a sleepyhead.

Spent the last few hours in bed listening to Passion Pit, Copy, and Ratatat while phasing out to this crazy rain we’re getting.  Slowly going stir crazy.

Spent most of the evening with the lady.  She made alfredo with portwine cheese, zucchini, minced garlic, sun dried tomatoes, and red wine (and claims she can’t cook) and then made fun of me for never seeing Slumdog Millionaire.  So we watched it (it was terrific…damn I’m late on catching that) and now I have some delicious peppermint tea and shortbread cookies.

Feels good to finally be happy.

Had Andrew, Kaede, and Caitlin over for drinks and movies.  A bottle of cheap whisky later, and Andrew is topless offering me dick massages with his feet and Caitlin is telling everyone why she is in fact the bj queen.  God damn I am happy.

My living room is getting better by the day.  I have my little music corner slowly building, had the drum and guitar and now I’ve added a keyboard.  God I missed stumbling along the keys hoping to make a melody.  Time to write and forget this awful stinking day.

Protip: Saying you like one person while talking about someone else (and doing stuff with someone else) is counter-intuitive.

Everyone is on my nerves tonight. 

Ronnie Garcia and I have decided we need to be in a band together again, and he’s determined that our name has to be Classy as Fuck.

I’m pretty cool with seeing that on a flyer at least once before I force a change.

I’m really glad I linked my lastfm for it to say I don’t exist, when I’m looking at my profile right now :[

Boo internet.  Boo.

So I’ve started using lastfm as more of a forum/community deal lately instead of just scrobbling songs and I need more friends on there to chat with!

http://www.last.fm/user/hipst4r  also works as a “What was Joe listening to that I vaguely remember the name of” service.

Just got home to a cold apartment with a stomach ache, so I promptly wrapped myself up in blankets, put water on for tea, and turned on Johnny Foreigner.

Tonight will be good.

That awkward feeling when I get myself all set up to record and remember that I’m missing a string and now all of the stores are closed.  Boo.

Maybe I can be like all the cool kids and do a “vocal cover” of a shitty metal song over the music?

There, now that I’ve Eisley spammed….Ohbijou is probably going to be next because they seem like adorable people I’d like to make tea for.

Christie DuPree…just…damn.  She is so freaking talented, that entire family is really, it blows my mind that she isn’t in a band like the rest of them.

Woke up today, hangover free.  Tossed on some clothes, met up with Skylar and got breakfast.  Enjoyed the sunshine after so many overcast days lately, and drove around a bit.  Saw a drunk girl steal the statue in front of a bar downtown (woo Cortaca) and laughed.  I headed home excited to play guitar and work more on a song, and apparently my cat decided to chew through a string while I slept. 

Puppies > Kittens forever.

Stumbled home drunk, picked up my guitar, and recorded a cover of a Say Hi To Your Mom song.  Think I may polish it up and be happy with it in the morning.  You know…sober.  That could also be the gin talking.

And while I’m on that matter…thank you gin for continuously being delicious and providing good times.  You’re a real friend.

Next saturday (Nov 18th) Ronnie Garcia and Blake Randolph are playing an acoustic set here in town!  Mike Riehlman is also playing for the first time in awhile, and there might be a special guest appearance by yours truly.  It all depends on if Ronnie can get me to stop being a pussy and remember how much fun it is to perform in the next week.  But, even if I don’t play, anyone reading this should go regardless because there will be: good dudes, good jams, good beer/wine, and good vibes.

Marathon at least one season of weeds.
Coffee.  Quantity has yet to be determined.
Find people to text message because background noise won’t cut it.
Chinese food.  Om nom nom.
Write, write, write.

I will hate every tense muscle in my hand by the end of this, but I’ve always wanted to actually sit down and write a story.  Time to stick to a nightly word count.

Oh hey pretty lady, I’m glad you’re reappearing in my life right about when I could use some sunshine.

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Super excited that I get to see Shevaune tomorrow!  This post has no other point, I’m just happy.

Laura Stevenson is playing in Rochester on the seventeenth and now I’m super excited.