tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63263832009-04-27T16:22:57.115-04:00stories from my life on the moon.ninebagnine@gmail.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326383.post-1157593967807690132006-09-06T21:50:00.000-04:002006-09-06T21:52:47.830-04:00

it's over!god knows why i've been keeping two blogs without updating either for so long.there is a new blog here. it will be more or less the same, except not the same and with some different stuff.that's all.

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so currentlymy vagrant ass just got yelled at for sitting on the side of the road after about a half hour of wandering the earth qui chang cain style looking for wifi. so now i'm probably making lifelong enemies with the cafe cubano as i make yet another broadcast from the depths of downtown hipville.i have discovered that the trail behind my house actually winds completely around charlottesville

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so.i've listened to it several times now and i don't think the thom yorke solo album is even kind of good.i realise you disagree, but seriously. i keep waiting for it to hit me in some way that makes me think somehow i've been wrong all along and i'm pretty sure now that it isn't going to happen.and i guess that's all i have to say about that.

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believe it or notbarnes and noble is actually a far worse place to access the internet. but goddamn if this place isn't bustling. it's a formidable moneymaking machine and i can't really hate on that. there is a giant starbucks logo located about one foot in front of my face. the woman on it looks like she's holding both of her hands up as if to say, 'bring it on!' my kind of woman.we found an

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holy shit it's my one hundredth post.even laziness could not stop me from reaching this anticlimactic event.so i got a job. here. it isn't actually that pink. photographic liscence i think.also latino gangsta rap. goddamn is it awesome. more on that later.tonight i look at several apartments. one of my potential roommates is no longer and subsequently the apartment hunt begins anew with three two

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my escapehas finally been made, and well. mountains and valleys and anonymity and rich motherfuckers all around ready to drop their wads of cash right into my lap as i cook them posh food.i've scored an audition at the local c&c equivalent, although sources have revealed that they actually pay their employees and that i should feel cheated if i get less than $14/hr. i dropped the name of my

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i'm waiting for my man.sitting in coffeehouse limbo waiting for a phone call. always at the whim of some stupid phone call. i am waiting for my former employer to cough up the grand he owes me and then i will drive across the mountains dragging all my expectations behind in my ancient honda.i suppose i could spend my last hours in ohio doing my laundry or seeing friends who i probably will not

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in no particular order, and with no consideration for 'importance' outside my life:my ten favourite albums.pixies - surfer rosaportishead - dummypj harvey - is this desire?radiohead - the bendsvan (the man) morrison - moondanceelvis costello - this year's modelbob dylan - highway 61 revisiteddr. dre - chronic 2001joni mitchell - court and sparkwagon christ - musipalthat's it.

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back on the streets.just got back in to town.there were mountains and fog and ravines and rivers and fat tourists and sunburns and the whole nine yards. i forgot about life here for a little bit and drove a really long way. and slept on the floor. and ate indian food. the whole thing was pretty lovely.i found a bar in downtown harrisburg which sells "pints" (served in 20oz glasses) of yeungling

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question.why the fuck have i lived in a place so flat and ugly and boring and cold for so long?

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layover.a gloriously drunken evening in cleveland followed by a short drive down the turnpike has landed me for a brief stop in the cesspool of eastern ohio. drove down the beautiful strip of windows covered in particle board, lending agencies, pawn shops, porn stores, and other shitholes. twenty miles before it was all forests and rolling hills. but soon i'll be heading east again, into

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covered in glamourous scars and black electrical tape i am hitting the turnpike once again. there is nothing that could possibly keep me here at this moment. gogogo! east, apparently. to the mountains, to the rivers of rising fog, to the overwhelming blur of colours and sounds which will make my mind go quiet again. finally.she came into the restaurant today (to gawk?). i couldn't figure out what

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my escape!i have made an escape plan. but don't tell anyone i told you. it's a secret.i've been getting fucked around for weeks. women, employers, the bank, my friends. everyone is suspect. but it won't be long now, i'm certain of it. i've set a date in my mind. all i have to do is follow through.i know what you're thinking. it'll be hard without the cigarettes. well, yes. but anything worth

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herei am after another misplaced and seemingly useless gesture. uncharacteristically, i've spent so much time thinking about how my actions would affect others that i failed to account for my own reaction. immersed in strangeness.i think about the idea of being alone; the weird bittersweetness of it. how i've come to associate it with a sort of guilt-free decisiveness. because in every

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head for the mountains. the dark black circles are becoming more defined. i can feel the sinus drip coming on.here i am in my bed. ridden. not really sure if it's a bad thing. not really sure if it's intentional. there. did you hearthatpianolinespeed up a little bit? heading straight for me. in a little bit i'll becertain.you can hear the one last spin as the disc winds down into silence. i am

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the endless fucking transitions.i've taken a bit of time to re-evaluate and here i am now. i quit smoking, i've been writing again, sleeping less, eating a bit better, trying to find a general point of focus. i feel like i need solitude right now more than anything, so i've been taking it in slices and apologetically at best.so the air is warmer and the sky has been very clear lately and i've

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another transmission straight from the goddamn ether.click click click.with a flurry and a flutter i am out of cigarettes again, hovering over an antiquated desktop slapped together out of graveyard parts as the sun comes up. i pat down my pockets. walk down the stairs outside car door glove box the one stashed away for months lit sucked down gone.i pat myself on the back. i've fulfilled a desire

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One More Cup of Coffee.SOMETHING WENT really strange and wrong with that girl. I can't seem to put my finger on it. And then standing outside the diner with a cigarette I'm pawing at the cover of a really hip looking book bright green matte laminate and she tells me something or other about the first boy that kissed her. She's talking about dreams, she says and then mentioned how it seemed like

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random journal excerpt from five years ago.i had a dream at ten o'clock the random breakfast bar meanderings of an all you can eat buffet devouring the early morning diner life, had no intentions but it got early too suddenly and shook the hangover from my head like a shroud, resurrected. i retire to the personal matters at hand as all the old patrons walk limply from booth to bar piling french

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restless again.i felt like nothing all day long. i was tired, so i took a nap. and napped and napped and napped. it wasn't a depressive kind of nap. i just felt tired through all my bones and felt i deserved some rest. i hadn't slept properly in about a week and things were getting weird. i was having a tough time keeping it together.we went to a party and i flirted with all the girls there. i

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jealous guy.joe is certain that i'm fucking his girlfriend. it just isn't true.i tell him, no, it isn't like that at all.he isn't convinced.she and i went for a walk in the park about the time this whole thing started. mostly i was quiet and she was bitching about joe. i found it marvelously uninteresting, but her babble was some comfort to me and i really just wanted an accomplice. it's so much

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goodbye, chinese notebook.tonight i filled up the last page of the chinese notebook with writing. i'll probably start a fresh one soon, but i have a lot to reread and filter through before i feel properly done with this one. i have drafts of seven or eight short stories kicking around, so i may start posting them if they seem good upon revision. otherwise you can consider this a short respite

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take it or leave it:i felt much better having gotten this out of my head.well, of course.slip on your shoes, slip out the door. no one's gonna notice you walking like that. dressed like that. in the four a.m. early autumn street, the sky changed to a psychotic shade of orange and you with complete anonymity. feeling like the goddamn messiah is bearing down straight on your head before you've even

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last taste.we've had this same argument at least eight times. i'm not one for redundancy, but we just can't resolve this one. she looks completely exhausted and at her wit's end. we stare at each other for a while in silence.i say, 'we're doing this because we're bored.'she says, 'yes.' emphatically.i say, 'maybe we should just have some kinky sex or go on a road trip or something.'she says, '

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romantic encounter, botched.i went over to her house one evening with just the intention of having a beer or two. the next morning she invited me out for breakfast. that evening we went out for a movie and then stayed back at her place, watching the sci-fi channel, eating ice cream and fucking on the couch.the next day i had to work, but she called me right after i got off to spend the night with

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