i’m listening to axis bold as love by jimi hendrix on repeat, and i hate a lot of the songs. i have the capability to hate and enjoy things at the exact same time, and i’m not exactly sure why this combination, hate and enjoyment, somehow exceeds, emotionally, the feeling i get when i actually care and love something.
i like doing housework. i feel good when i talk shit. i sometimes think about the consequences in my own life if i were to do something morally reprehensible.
when you come from a well-off, caring family, and when you are looked at as a progression of your family, when you reach my age, which is twenty-six, and you have not strayed from the family line, you will not stray from the family line. i go to bed at ten and i wake up at five-thirty or so. i work eight hours a day. i rarely write anymore. i like silence. i rushed home today so i could get dinner started for some friends. i cleaned the grill and made the bed. i am excited about going to the country this weekend.
justin taylor’s apocalypse book and resident evil came in one order from amazon. everything i do and buy is in a neat package now.
when i was eleven or so i got a super nintendo for christmas. i played it for a few days, and realized that i was never going to play my regular nintendo again. i spent the next couple of days giving away every single original nintendo game i owned. i’m pretty sure i caught shit over it from somebody authoritative, but it made me feel good.
it’s okay to be a little illogical if it makes sense to you.
i like flipping-out and not making any sense.