nobody hates it more than me when i don't update frequently. but there's not a whole lot going on. being in a food co-op is cool, because for shy mofos like me, you need an excuse (like working a cash register) to be friendly to people for no reason. doing volunteer work, like working on a new website for alp, feels good, because you can put some skillz to work for someone besides capitalism. having a boyfriend (i guess that's what he is) is cool too. still not quite used to that this time around.

yup, if you want a calendar, i can hook you up for 16 bucks. another grid. reading the newest collection of poems by carl phillips. won a contest (i just typed "content" by accident, jesus) on flavorpill, but flaked on the concert that i scored tickets for. in three days, saw my dentist (no cavities), doctor (no STDs), and nurse (for the vaxgen study i'm in). sat around on a rooftop for mr. vann's latest photo project (he promised me some scans, and we all know ima skank like dat). sent a gift to my homeslice in nola (guess who). saw "burnt money," that new fag flick about the argentinian lover bank robbers (there's a haunting, surprisingly loving scene near the beginning where one is extracting a bullet from the other's clavicle). listening to smetana's bartered bride overture, the last movement of glazunov's violin concerto, when alicia keys sang fallin' during the vmas with that off-the-friggin-hook earth, wind, and fire-tinged arrangement, and for inexplicable reasons, i don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love!.