i havent even put my pants on yet, and i think i just booked warped tour for all 42 shows, and agreed to guest on a song by talib kweli. that’s crazy. and it’s like 65 degrees. i walked the bridge yesterday and gave myself and asthma attack and a blister. the shave was awesome. i love every course. then i saw the diving bell and the butterfly. it’s nice to see an artist like julian schabel make movies. because i long for something beautiful on screen and often times its just faces and plot. so it was good. far better than his baptiste. the movie has a soothing tone to it, as its mainly the french alphabet repeated again and again while the camera goes in and out of focus. put me to sleep twice. but just for a head bob. not long. after a quick shower, im gonna walk again while the getting is good. the bridge really is something, its like being a god or an angel for 45 minutes, hovering through the air looking down on the golden city. i thought to myself yesterday, im sure there are pretty places everywhere. but this is mine. i bet everyone that lives here thinks that.
