deprivation from addiction = absolutely necessary.
NO MYSPACE FOR A WEEK, ok?
i have things to do like cash checks at the bank while simultaneously robbing it.. go to vegas, stoned off my tits, and gamble everything away.. followed by a week long stay at ksar char bagh.. meditate for that entire week and perhaps find something to believe in besides diazepam.. find a second job at a contemporary art gallery or a rare books bookstore.. roam the getty after trying on every single dress in thank you mart.. enter american idol, get to the finals, then quit with: "actually, fuck this. i HATE america" then walk out casually.. learn erik satie by heart through humming rather than piano playing.. paint a self portrait similar to sir francis bacon's [ie: extremely ugly [or, wait, maybe he really was that ugly? hmmm]].. eat lots of tofu saute and veggie burgers/wraps [which would preferably involve cooking at home more].. finish reading the second half of the hundreds of books i only read the first half of.. take care of that fix-it ticket somehow.. check my mail on a more regular basis.. watch intriguing documentaries on quicksilverscreen.com rather than ugly betty on abc.com.. read other people's blogs that are in a foreign language i don't know how to speak.. relearn german, japanese, spanish, french, italian, filipino.. do something fun yet minimalistic on my bland apartment walls.. teach myself basic music theory because drugs completely erased any previous school lessons i had.. ignore my phone unless it's an unknown number, no number, or a number from overseas that has way too many digits.. and, do my fucking laundry.
so.. till next tuesday. ciao!
EDIT: someone made me lie. i'm still on.