i'm going to leave the aesthetic and format of this page alone, at least for the time being. Photos, backgrounds, fonts, etc.... Just as it was when i left it in 2003. something about it bridges some neural synapse, enabling me to jump right back in. So anyone new to this journal may find it useful to know that this shit is pretty dusty.
what a wonderful day. there is a 36 hour window on either side of the equinox where i am spot-fucking on. and i have tomorrow off! I plan on walking into the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum tomorrow morning and walking out with a new job.
i liken my reaquaintance with this journal to my relationship to In Utero. One day, after ten years of neglect, I happened upon it again.
"FUCK YEAH!" said the afp.
everything always happens at just the right time, it just requires hindsight to understand it.