Spaz Monkey Climbs Out on a Limb!


". . . you're the coolest person i know."
"no, you're the coolest person. i'm like a six-year-old spaz monkey..."
" . . . but . . . you're my six-year-old spaz monkey."

Otherwise this . . .

would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.

--Rainer Maria Rilke, "Archaic Torso of Apollo"

Angsty Twentysomethings turn to Quarter Life Crisis for Comfort


what's with that ridiculous title?

i'm thinking about going into something like copywriting. and i suppose if i'm going to try to weasel my way into a field that i'm only vaguely qualified for [if you tilt your head to one side and squint] then the least i could do is practice the craft. even if it is on blogger. i know, i know, it's akin to going into your CNN interview after having only trained on the toy productions of the cable access channel...

and i already broke one of the basic rules of thumb: 7 words or less. shit.

anyway.

so i'm 23 now. and that's fun. (?)

mood: still
music: extra ordinary thing - aqualung



i could get used to this.