now i'm listening to bromst on vinyl and realizing that selling shitty photographs is not my forte

nor will it ever be

and now i'm wondering whether i'm supposed to write to make people happy

or if i should write to surprise myself, which would make me happy

i think my dad really appreciates me for who i am....not because the only thing he wanted to do with his life was have a child and get married. 

thats not my goal either.

one day i'll have kids for mistakes and i'll love them for who they are when they grow up too. 

lord knows none of us ever grow up

we just get bigger.

i left one really important thing off of my list

i read my first comic book. 

but i don't think you can really label it a comic book

its called kabuki

its about a girl whos central shtick is about creating a new identity for herself and parting with her past. letting things be. its intense stuff, but i'm hooked. plus it only takes like 10 minutes to read straight through the first issue so i'd be happy to lend it to you for 10 minutes :)

another thing i should share is a video that i watched a while ago

but this video makes me want to live in philidelphia and record music and make up

silly metaphors and play flutes while riding bikes. czech it out: 

needless to say: i'm seeing man man on july 5 if anyone else is down.