echo-cho-ho-o

I've got an itch. I hope you're willing to play the game and scratch it for me.

Clearly not keeping up with posts here, thinking of moving it over to a some new space. Something a little more under my control. I own the domain www.tonloc.com but there is nothing of merit there at the moment.


Santa Rampage: yes, please.
Burners: I like them, they like me.
Love life: needs work, but is going places.

I am growing and changing by leaps and bounds. I still don't know what I am becoming, but I haven't been concerning myself with that lately. I like that.

I like that a lot.

catch you on the flipside...

Staccato Whispers of Summertime's Remorse

I suppose what bothers me the most about this is that it is so reminiscent of the way I've dropped people before. You don't initiate contact, and when any is made you foist off anything that comes your way, you beg off any plans that might be made; basically you just pass the buck until the other party stops making the effort.

That one is the soft drop.

The hard drop is you simply don't pick up the phone, or answer any email, or respond to a text. In the hard drop the person is simply, with all due speed, dead to you.

I wish I knew what mental process caused this to initiate, but I don't think I'll end up getting even that small satisfaction.

sometimes I grow so tired

I went to a new place on Memorial Day weekend, and I had a good time. More deserves to be said, but it'd take really long to get it all out, and I just haven't got the time right now.

Madness I tell you...

Hot on the heels of that previous post, I am back again, not fully sure what I'd like to write but I just got out of my last class of the semester so here we go.

Alpha list of things to do this Summer, AKA the Renaissance of Gabe (no particular order)
love
lose
win
go back for more
ride my bike again
do something stupid
make a fool of myself (see above)
listen to more music
go to another concert

ride a horse
ride a motorcycle
ride a cowgirl
learn how to drive stick

Current (beta) list of things to take to Flip Dip (tell me if anything is missing or extraneous):
earplugs - staying in a sound camp apparently
liquor - duh
hat - protect my lily white Irish skin
sunblock - same as above
sunglasses - and again, but this time my pale Irish eyes :-)

shorts - check
sandals - semi check

condoms - recently lost its questionable status, though I still can't figure out why
swim trunks - while in a typical scenario a good thing to have, it is of questionable use here
umbrella? - don't know if I care enough if I get wet
gazebo - where the hell do i get one of these that won't break me?
chairs - could also just use coolers in a pinch... has worked before
massive fucking cooler - clearly for the liquor and whatnot

I may be a noob, but and attempt at costume might be good.. no idea what that might be as of yet.

That's all I got atm.

Can you dig it?

Though the concept still fails to correlate with my historical self-conceit, or my corresponding walking, waking, conceptual incarnations, I am now told it is no coincidence, this newfound confluence of compliments. Concealing doubts on said concept, I willingly concede to its... myriad implications.

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Was particularly proud at my apt turn of phrase, and felt it need to be properly noted. Also, I've been wondering recently if anyone actually reads these anymore, or if they've come back full circle to just being my own thoughts blasted into the ethers again.

New Music

Mac commercials gave an uncanny knack for finding interesting artists I've never heard before. The new Macbook Air commercial had the song New Soul by Yael Naim which was quite good, however Puppet is even better. It's haunting and beautiful and I can't stop listening to it.

Possibly also worth noting is her cover of Toxic.

Enjoy.

One is all you need

We now interrupt this regularly scheduled nights sleep to bring you the following, though I suppose it needs some setup:

For the second time I dreamt of helping you break into your ex's apartment so you could talk to him face to face, and for the second time I wondered why you didn't smile like that for me.

Small World Echoes

I was invited to First Friday by a girl who works in the CS lab. Upon my arrival to Blue Star I was surprised to see someone whom I used to attend GT with in Elementary School; he recognized me first, and had rather nice things to say about how good I looked.

No real point to this anecdote, just wanted to toot my own horn.

(you know you want some of this) *pelvic thrust*

btw I'm drunk.