you are the hair beneath my wings

i’m a pervert. i mean i love perverting things. like song titles. can you tell. AND LITTLE SCHOOLGIRLS MWAHAHAHA! well not little ones. i mean i like them fresh out of high school, and really meaty. mmmm. anyway, that’s a lie. but lies are fun to tell sometimes. you know. to us KIDS. and you dont know which part is a lie anyway. but you know what? you never do. i’d love to imitate and be influenced and become or think of myself as the Godard of Blog, you know, or the Truffaut of Blog, someone who makes it his biznass to expose the plastic seams, the façade that pretends to be reality, the maker of work that uses the medium to expose the illusion of the medum. maybe in little pinches i hit this. maybe not! who cares! i mean I AM bored of this paragraph already. let’s get on with the goodbye part. i always like that part.

so this is the day! ay dios mio, the day i have to file my nails already and do laundry and get my papers ready. to fly, to fly. i fly en la mañana. damn that coffee smells good. but yeah. and we know how much i love to fly in this post nine-a-freakin-leven world. i always get this urge to cause a scene when they are xraying me and my stuff and making me walk under wands and threat of gun, like that urge when you are mountain climbing and walking next to a horrendous drop, that urge to suddenly find yourself flinging yourself from the edge? or that urge when you have a huge check in your hand or a big dollabillyall and you suddenly fear your arm might move itself and fling your prize into the fire? hmmm. no? you dont get that urge? why am i still sitting at this table? anyway, i get the urge to like freak out in the security line. just start screaming and waving and doing shit that i know will really bug everyone the fuck out. i dont know why. its not uncontrollable, by any means. i just feel the fearshackles and the air and the vibe in there and i want to just fart. and by “fart” i mean i want to throw up on the rug. i dont mean i feel nauseaus. i just feel bored and annoyed to the point of lunacy. what a joke, taking my shampoo from me. oooooooh the safeness is just coming down all over me, and its so warm and fuzzy. here, take my toothpaste too, please take it all take it all mAKE ME SAAAAFE!!!

yeah. so. anyway.

i have someone who will be administering the UMX blog, and if you are in the nyc area and one of my regular blogmigos, please email me (find button at left) and let me know! today. because i’m off the computer for a few days. i mean MTV is giving me a laptop…but i’m not counting on being able to get online with it right away. and i’m gleefully not part of the cell-phone world anymore. (tho if i ever came back, apple, you know i’m here for you, oh corporate giant lover of mine)

okay. i wanted to have short film of snow. last night it snowed here! wow! a couple inches stuck. just rare for oregon, for southern oregon, here. usually pura lluvia. but if i finished that, i’d be spending my today online, and i actually wanted to have my two posts (here and UMX) done by today so i could NOT be online at all. but you know. as my nana said, “man plans, god laughs.”

okay, people. i hope to see you in a few days. i should be back on the eleventh. be mexcellent to each other.