hi there

we are listening to some wacky tunes here at work right now

courtesy of the LAFMS

i think

this is apparently another pick from the uli vault

which i now feel the need to browse because all the stuff he's been playing has been KILLER

last night i met a really really striking girl

i'm not sure if striking is really the right word but i was definitely "struck"

mostly it was the eyes which i know is a total cliche but...

they looked like marbles

a little foggy

i felt weird because i kept staring and i'm sure she noticed

but they were just so unique, i'd never seen eyes like those

anyways

her name was nguyen and she was friends with stefan

who i met up with last night at some show at lobot that wasn't very good

a lot of gear boners but a lot of musical blue balls

(sorry for that metaphor)

i don't know

i'm not really in a place where crushes are exciting in the least

more frustrating than anything

but it was actually exciting to meet that girl

it's always nice to meet someone who seems genuinely different and interesting

especially nice for me right now since i need some new people in my life

anyways

i'm not writing a missed connection or anything right now

i'm just doing a dave update

and that's what i'm thinking about right now

and now i just got the song "love und romance" in my head

"it's such a laugh, now we are one!"

i wonder what i really think of love now

i used to be such an absurd romantic

now i don't really feel that way

and it's not like a "getting older" development

way more recent than that

and way less gradual

i think i'm maybe too disagreeable for love

in the way that some people have gastrointestinal problems

that prevent them from liking indian food

wow this record is definitely NOT from the uli vault

this has "potsie private press" written all over it

i think i'm probably too old to wonder what life has in store for me

but i do regardless

i mean i get the whole "making your own destiny" whatever shit

but i can't help but think whatever "destiny"

(ugh)

i make for myself

some wrench will derail those plans

like, if i decide to sell everything and move to paris and become a writer

my plane will definitely crash on the way there

and i'll wind up legless on an island arguing philosophy with coconuts

(who are smarter than they look)

if i decide to persue stand-up comedy

i'll have a very hard 2 years

where no one laughs at anything i say

but then suddenly people realize that all of my jokes have

(unbeknownst to me)

been thinly coded political messages

and i will be assassinated for preaching the TRUTH

but no one will really care because i never got on the tonight show

lately i've been weighing the "skip town and make up a fake name" option

"skip town, make up a fake name, take a manual labor job in some town where people mind their own damn business, befriend the bartender who is 20 years my senior, have an awkward and sad sexual encounter with her, get free/discounted drinks for the rest of my life, die, have a barstool named after me and leave behind a bartender who gets a little teary any time thin lizzy comes on the jukebox"

option

seems better than whatever the hell i've been doing now

wow

waylon jennings is singing a song right now

"think i'm gonna kill myself"

i feel like i'm at that bar already

this one's on me gents

this has been the dave update