Pass The Torchie

What just occured to me:

When Ryan interviewed me and hired me 2 summers ago, he chose someone least like himself. He chose someone who could do well what he could not do as well. Then he taught me the rest and left.

Now I find myself on the last day of my job with the same responsibility. I've written the Craigslist ad and the how-to guide for my job, which I created.

Then I have to interview people and hire someone--me! Hiring. I'm 7 years old.

The other day Kim's niece came in and I got that weird aged feeling. I was giving her advice, taking her advice, and getting hyped at how well she's going to do at college.

The transfer of wisdom, proof of experience. Such a weird feeling. So important and huge a feeling.

Drank absinthe at a bar called Absinthe

watched this &cried:

Jeremy Scott. Are You Blind?

WANNA DATE?

Mechanical Wooden Leg

Koko provided me with a potential life plan the other day. Could be huge.

Weekending hard after hellweek was exhilarating. Redid vocals on Nuni and my song and it sounds phenomenal. Radio-ready.

Then we see THIS:




And that's a gigantic vote of confidence.

I don't know why I spent the last 6 months living in London, reading about Gaga in the paper every day, and just got around to listening to her music (sincerely).

Baby girl, you the shit. That makes me your equivalent.

First Friday

Tripping out to David Pohl (a local artist) lately...

Unblurred tonight on Penn. Last time I hit this...well, never us mind!

Def hitting Envy (omnomnomnom) and Pandemic (skeet skeet).

Gotta re-up on Slavic culture.
Gotta shake dat ass.

"Hunid" will be finished within the next few hours and the world will pale.

T minus 20 minutes.

Beat Steady Knockin

Nuni, Mike, and I make music. We've all been having writer's block. My keyboard was collecting dust on Nuni's bed, wrapped up in his clothes.

Yesterday just got better and better. I had post-work SK time in my new place for the first time. It was exactly what I needed to stay intact.

Drew & Chad came to my rescue then we went to my dear neighbor Nuni's house.

The gates swung open.

Beautiful music came to life. O, what music! Nuni sounded like Michael Jackson. I will be posting this song, tentatively titled "Hunid" very soon. I sing in it!

We raged on the keyboard and the mic then invited over Koko, Mike, Ryan, and Mike to hear it. I feel renewed. We put on wigs and sunglasses and went to Mike's where I knocked over a glass of red wine. So much excitement, screaming (mainly me). Mike gets on his piano and lays down illllllll jazz. Ah!

EVOLUTION IS A FACT.

Never Forget

Don't start the day in tears, and if you do, don't let it ruin your day.

I control my outlook and my attitude.

I choose to have a good day today.

I'm going to walk along the Allegheny River during lunch.
WALK IT OUT.

Home Alone

WHENEVER I FUCKING WANT!