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Finally got an Oriole. Loosely based on the ‘54-‘62 cap logo.
Rye Rye - Boom Boom
today i didn’t have work and couldn’t get out of bed until like 3PM
i kept sleeping and then not sleeping and having thoughts about other things i needed to be doing
i tried to make myself do errands but the valve broke off my bike tube when i pumped air into it
then i said ‘fuck it’ and walked to the harbor and sat on federal hill and read for a long time
i’m consciously avoiding social interactions. it feels okay, not really different than before. maybe i’m a little more calm or something, and it sort of looks like other people are having more fun than me all the time
maybe i should stop doing that before people start forgetting about me in their weekend event planning
i keep thinking about updating my blog, twitter, and facebook with ‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,’ then leaving the internet indefinitely
i am resisting getting a beer right now. i have to either go to the gym or do laundry tonight, i really, really have to
one time when i was drunk i got ambitious and decided to do a yoga tape. i kept losing my balance and during the ‘floor meditation’ i fell asleep. i feel like if a montage of this were on youtube it would have the potential to go viral and maybe ‘ruin my life’
maybe i will just sleep for ten minutes and then do laundry
i just want to sit around and drink beer
neil called earlier but i couldn’t get to my phone. i immediately called him back, no answer, texted ‘yo i’m here what up,’ no answer, two minutes later there was a voicemail, checked voicemail for the first time in weeks, listened to a 90 second message of neil doing dishes. 15 minutes later he texted ‘this was my shitty phone accidentally calling.’ feel like this is the ‘story of my life’ or something, haha
i just want to sit around and drink beer
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- 4 days
- 3 nights
- 1500 miles
- 6 states
- 12 rest stops
- 1 generous host
- 1 amazing city
- 4 great friends
I biked over to take my own photo of this new graffiti, just a few blocks from where we live here in Baltimore, and exactly where I was mugged at gunpoint a year ago. After taking my bag, pulling off my coat, and emptying my pockets, they pointed their guns at me and told me to run across this bridge as fast as I could.
Rachel Whang (Atomic Books) re Megan Boyle’s selected unpublished blog posts of a mexican panda express employee
(Source: composition8)