Loganthinks

SO this is it for a bit... sucks ot go out on such a rarely updated and inconsequential note, but it's been a very busy and exhausting time getting drunk and saying goodbye to everyone for the last 2 weeks...

I move on monday, and i'm betting that this will be the last post for at least a few weeks thanks to the very slow response time of DSL companies to even the most rigourous efforts to reconnect service... the needle will be removed from my swolen vein this week, and my new house will be very quiet and wierd without the modern necessities of television and the internet...

i'll skip straight to the intavenious injection of hard drugs please...

anything on a television or computer screen is visual heroin

and now i stop quoting things

because i've already set the precendent on this site that that was a very gay thing to do

simpsons not included.

it's all for the best tho - my new place is beyond what i deserve, and it's got alot of crazy shit like a pool and a weight room.
and tho i'm not evenly REMOTELY packed for it,

go me.

this week has been steeped in a wierd nostalgic and awkward sadness that hasn't been fully or correctly expressed by anyone involved, and thus it has been drowned in collegiate proportions of alcohol. I'm going to miss alot of people and i'm going to have a hard time adjusting to their sometimes grating but ineviatbly comforting presence in my life...
dave, while my worst and best freind, i will miss

the phi psi seniors expressed thier endearingly drunk and rambling sentiments friday night and the whole experience just further hammered home the changes already taking hold of life here in balimore...

at the wheel is no more

2916 "the wheel house" is no more

the last of my phi psi's are soon to be scattered to the four corners of god knows where

lose ends remain untied and wierd

and i've finally managed to be kicked out of a bar

the winds of change - even our man and my adopted little brother vagitron feels it

i can't wait ot meet his grandmother.


so i'll start up again when this is all pased and things settle down - i'd love to leave some contact information but i have no idea what my new # will be.. i'll be checking my email plenty but this blog will probably just get the barest of updates

i've learned that despite the shit that is baltimore
i do love alot of people

and at the end of the day that is a good thing

and because of that it's worth waking up

grad school, fiction scholars, and music fans everywhere

i'm coming for you fuckers


now me and mad dog and the many nameless faces are going to get messed up one more time
peace all


logan gives a sedated shout out

and clearly beats out Tommy Grogan

for the title

of coolest Ogan.

-how many loves are there paul?


...

I dont want credit for the pirate nuts joke. I just read it on the internet. Lots of people like to think they told a joke first - or told it a certain way first - no me importa.

paul, the dismemberment plan, dude on the internet - its all yours. Therefore, I renounce my claim to the Tea Leoni "wedge wedge wedge wedge wedge" Haiku also.

it's all been done before peoples.

hot pocket time....

worm in turnips: it turned out that that previous diagnosis of grumplore was wrong. Actual: WHYDYOUWAKEMEUPINTHEMIDDLEOFTHENIGHTYOUCOCKSUCKERNOWICANTSLEEPANDIVEGOTSCHOOLINTWOHOURSCOCKSUCKFUCKER

BIGGABER: wow

EVeyone. go to www.jimbomania.com find the song Cowboy Blues. listen to it. it is me. and jim. and it is awesome.

A pirate walks into a bar with a ship's wheel sticking out of his pants. The bartender says, "Hey, what's with the wheel?" The pirate says, "Aaaar, it's driving me nuts!"

now i don't drive drunk.


but this morning i woke up. and then i went back to sleep.

and then this afternoon i woke up.


and called Jenn. because i was confused.


SO many things happened last night, and step by step, piece by piece she explained to me the cause of all of my cuts and bruises, along with the rest of the goings on. It was amazing. I listened without remembering a single event she talked about, and it was really like hearing about someone else's night. ANd whats so funny is how many things could have gone wrong. When you are as drunk as to keel over backwards and pass out in the middle of a room, you can pretty much say and do anything without restraint or remorse. So naturally, i worried this morning that i possibly got into a fight/kissed a girl/got kissed/broke someone's drinks/yelled at people/pissed on people/lost articles of clothing etc... THankfully all the major pitfalls of being blackout drunk were avoided, although i still managed to do some dumb shit.

this brings me to driving drunk. No.

i didnt drive, we got a cab.

but having no memory of things being recounted to you, and hearing about all the fights that almost happened, all the things that could have gone the wrong way but didint' - It is just like driving drunk.
Other cars and people on the road were actually bad situations like Brendan touching Jenn's butt and then me punching him in the stomach as hard as i could - i made it through. I didnt' have any major collisions.

but my car is messed up.

this analogy is SO DEEP.

i am so deep.

my poor dog has waited patiently for 14 hours for a walk. and tho it's rainy and shitty outside. i will take her.

onward.


there was much love this weekend.
Going out in style....