People will do things to make you love them, then ask you to forget http://instagr.am/p/J4zEKOL2qF/

going to the edge of the world. i can't decide if I'm losing my mind or finding it.

 I wrote this to a friend this morning

i was thinking about what u were saying about hipster guys who are all so lean and its not your body type (or mine apparently). and i thought of a country lyric that goes 'people think im into something bad for me... cuz i've sure lost a lot of weight'

http://nymag.com/news/features/john-friend-yoga-2012-4/
How does Friend redeem himself? “I don’t think John meant harm—he just made a series of bad choices,” says Elena Brower, an ex–Anusara teacher “He let a lot of secrets pile up, and as everyone who has done so knows, it will either kill you because everyone finds out, or it will kill you because no one finds out.

Shinbyeong or "Spirit Sickness"

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korean_shamanism
Lately, I've been sitting on an old plan.
Take a bus to nowhere, go to the hotel near the beach where my parents used to take us when I was a child... take long baths, sit by the water, listen.

its really supposed to be "people who care matter. the people who don't matter, don't care." my brother was in town, pics soon.

the guy http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Zhang_Bin
who did this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6Rc8idptUM

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dunder mifflin paper at the casting office downtown
the racist bakery with the n-word cookie
booty and i
nick and the dog poster at momofuku's
(wrote a really long actual diary entry but i'll leave you blog with part of an email to someone.)

This guy on the g train tonight was playing homeward bound by Simon and garfunkel with the dryest raspy amazing voice and I stopped for a moment on the other side of the platform.

This woman walks by and asks if he wants the rest of her sandwich. He puts down his guitar and takes it, starts munching it really fast and strange. I look down and see a rat scurry across the tracks.

There has to be something to that right? ironic by Alanis morisette starts playing in my head, and life just isn't fair for a moment

all i want is for things not to fade. they always do, but i always hang on the longest.

i don't like using my brain lately, and am usually sad. but I work hard. like a country song. like a fat old man singing that he could deserve you.