Saturday, February 14, 2009

No. 2

I normally go to Powell's for business and not pleasure. However, a friend from Santa Cruz came to visit this weekend and he quite likes it so we went. I left with a box of nag champa containing five hundred sticks. It cost ten dollars. According to my literal calculations my room will smell like said incense for the next nine and a half years. 
I found a wax-sealed Valentine in my bag this morning which apparently was snuck in there at Ash St. last night while watching the two Boston messengers riding in circles in the back room while some awful covers-only band tried doing sound check. I rode halfway home before stopping at George's. A boy was there who I had met only once before and thought I would never see again. We listened to MGMT and Neutral Milk Hotel on his iPhone.
I am bad at blogging.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

No. 1

It snowed last night. Indoors and out.