Ho Ho Hoes: I like them.

Happi Holidaze, folks. The good time will come, I hear.

Easier to drink on an empty stomach than eat on a hroken beart

Been playing drums for the past hour with Onnavah. Pretty cool. It's cold in Arizona. I warmed up a tortilla and ate it the other morning and the whole time it was just steaming like a bastard. So much steam. It had a lot of seamin. Speaking of, it's been a while since I've shaved my balls; I need to get on that. I haven't shaved my face in a while, either. I'd been doing a lot of shaving recently, but I'm taking a break until, I think, January 3rd or 4th or so. The problem with the skinny jeans being hip is that you can't really wear cowboy boots well. What, you can put the jeans into the boots, but you'd better have the fancy kind then. You could maybe just pull them over the boots, but that would be retarded. You could cuff them really high, but still a little over the boot, and that's worst of all. On top of it, the only dude who I've seen come even close to pulling off skinny jeans while still looking like a man is Adam, but his were Nudies, and they were probably straight legs, and they were so cool you're allowed to do anything you want while you wear them. It's Thursday so it's free day at the Art Museum. I'm hittin' that, so I'll see you all later.

Blood Orange Review 1.5

find a poem of mine online: go here http://www.bloodorangereview.com/v1-5/mains_jesus.htm

I ain't never been the type to show off in the club...

I'm going to Jerome, Arizona today to drink espresso. On the way I think I'll hit the Pita Jungle for the eats and the old times' sake. This is a picture of a few kids from writing school down here in Tucson. I miss all you guys the tons, and if any of you feel like I might not have your post address, please email it to me: I'm getting ready to send out the holiday cards, and the six of you here are the six people I want to be sending cards to, so hop on that crap!

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I want the quiet moments of a party girl

The fam is out of town, so I'm living the solo life. I watched my nephew at a gymnastics compition this morning. It was at school, and I got to walk him there, so I pointed out where I work and everything. It was probably pretty boring, but you never know what little dudes will remember when they get older, so I figure you do what you can. I've been riding my bike around a lot, and eating those awesome prepackaged Indian dishes that you just heat up and eat. Well, that and tortillas and fried eggs and tons of peppers.

Over on Lovato's blog he's got this thing. Since I'm a bookslut, I did it, eventhough I don't normall do that sort of thing.
The rules are:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next four sentences on your blog, along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest!

Fortunately for me, I'm in the grad school, too, so I've got a sweet book of poetry literally sitting on my lap right now--I'm trying to memorize a section from it. Book title: Paradise Lost. Author: Milton. Here we go.

O Adam, one Almighty is, from whom
all things proceed, and up to him return,
if not deprav'd from good, created all
such to perfection, one first matter all

The budding bard

Man, my number one goal for the Baby Jesus Birthday Break is to take a crazy daytrip to the best espresso machine in Arizona. And when I step up and in to the Flat Iron Cafe in Jerome, I'll slap down a 20 spot, order an espresso, and say, "Keep 'um coming, man." If I go, I'll take the 89 the back way, through Prescott and up and over the mountain to the other side, descending into Jerome. The first time I drove to Jerome without my dad (i.e. the first time I really remember Jerome) was in December, and it was really depressing and awesome. I think I'll listen to the sad shit on the radio (read: Starflyer 59, the gold album), and make the drive silently and alone. That's when all the slop comes back from the years...

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