you might think dark chocolate and jellybeans sounds like a terrible combination

and you’d be right

I didn’t ask for anything so this is what my parents gave me for my birthday.

I assume my dad wandered into some store selling Eastern European goods at some point and figured I might like it. Product of Serbia. The slogan at the bottom, if you can’t see, says “Rastemo zajedno!” which Google Translate tells me means “We grow together!” I was hoping it’d be some tastier and more authentic version of Nutella. Instead I think it’s the other way around and this one is the crappy ripoff. oh well.

oh also I got a haircut so that’s nice I guess

look what I found stuck to the bottom of my foot

it explains so much

home, with a hefty mug of cocoa.

the last of the valentine’s cupcakes…

goodnight, sweet prince.

Feeling like I’m too informally dressed to be seeing Ralph Nader. But then again, when wearing a purple hoodie and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt, there’s not much you feel adequately dressed for.

some people at the Man Man show gave me some facepaint and I was going to take a picture of myself with it when I got home but then when I looked in a mirror it just looked sorta dumb? they’d already used up all their neat ideas on each others’ faces I guess

so I washed it off

but anyway the show was pretty good, I should probably listen to one of their albums

also the openers were a folky Americana guitar-and-fiddle duo who weren’t terrific but were likeable? they admitted that they had come up with their name, The Whiskey Boys, during a night of drinking, but they retroactively decided it was in homage to the farmers of the Whiskey Rebellion and had a decent song about it

goodnight world

I got a bunch of presents today

they made me happy because I’m materialistic and stuff

I’ll probably make a photoset later because I like to pretend you care

but for now I will just leave you with this

little do you know I look significantly less spiffy from the waist down

• khakis
• black belt
• black Chucks with doodles on them

I didn’t bring any of my dress clothes home with me okay

merry christmas everybody; I’m off to midnight mass

couch bloggin

taking a plane just to be home for a handful of days is a strange experience.

it’s got a weird way of making you feel like an intruder in your own room. it’s full of so many things but they aren’t things that MATTER because you brought most of those with you to wherever it is you live nowadays so you’re just living out of a carry-on bag as you spend time in this room full of (sentimental) junk. in your absence, posters have fallen down and things have appeared: a vaguely familiar-looking old-fashioned lamp atop your dresser, a quilt you don’t recognize covering your bed. it’s colder in here than you remembered.

you’re afraid to disturb anything, to make the room seem like one that’s been ‘lived in’ when it isn’t, so you just pile all your things on the bed and curl up next to the pile (on top of the quilt, not underneath) with your laptop and shiver until you get used to the temperature, but you aren’t going to get a chance to get used to it.

my brother’s college graduation, 2008

li’l natey, of course, was wearing his usual outfit of ‘a hand-me-down shirt, two sizes too large’