i got a tattoo when i was nineteen. Actually, i got several but only one was incredibly specific to me being nineteen. it says truth. i wanted to remember what that word meant to me when i was nineteen and why it was important. there is not a definition. more of a feeling. and i can only grasp it if i concentrate and kinda hold my breath...
if i do anything, become anything, make any art worth watching ever in my possibly long, maybe short life, it will be a tribute to that tattoo.

i am spending evenings in a room full of eighteen yearolds. it is pretty amazing. it makes me feel old. or just different. it makes me remember why i was different eight years ago, it makes the last eight years seem so long yet so short at the same time.

i made them make me mix cds about love. they are pretty awesome. i have to make one too....

i just listened to this song three times in a row....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQi8wEHMm5Y

it is very dark in my office. usually it does not matter because one entire wall is basically a window but it is cloudy, like i can see foggy cloudness wisp by me. I got a lamp but it doesn't really give off much light. barely any, actually.
I am eating pot roast stew. almost done. a few minutes ago i started thinking about how i really wished i had a cookie for after my stew. i thought about it and then realized i DID. i took a napkin last night and wrapped up one chocolate chip cookie and one chocolate cupcake (no icing) because i still had desert on my plate when the play was bout to start.
YUM.
is that ghetto? i don't even care. suck it!