david ryan adams' art show in nyc.

so turns out my favourite person ever in this world is not only an amazing singer slash songwriter but an artiste extraordinaire.
oh ryan, you never cease to impress (me).

crazy/forever.

coming soon.

i just need money, though.
i'm in debt, too.

sleeping lessons.

this past week i planned on changing my sleeping habits but due to arduous work i was unsuccessful.
i went to bed at 5 am on saturday and woke up at 6 am to go to work. and last night i went to work straight from partying it up and spent the whole morning dancing and singing to ridiculous songs on the radio because i was still drunk. i was in a state i like to call CONFORT where i'm really friendly and in peace with myself and i like sharing my happiness with whoever approaches me.
i realized it's actually better for me to treat customers when i'm drunk because i leave judgment aside and i tend to forget about their annoying persona. i'm really proud of myself because i gave exact change all the time without fucking it up.
i say you guys should try me when alcohol invades my mind, body and soul. i'm much easier that way.

now i'm off to see el perro del mar. she's playing la trastienda. i'm pretty excited since she puts on a flawless show. i already saw her last year with lykke li in toronto and it was one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen.

off-topic: what's this thing about giving my number to random dudes at clubs? i have to stop that shit. i could prevent lots of confusion and future creepy text messages. or phone calls. i'm not kidding, i just received a "witheld" phone call from somebody i don't even remember talking to. and the conversation was really awkward.
i guess sometimes i need some social attention. do not mistake attention with affection.
this reminds me of that song that goes "when you want to fall in love with somebody, somebody that you're not in love with at all, take an aphrodisiac."

i really miss last summer.

can somebody please bring back summer-daze and bike riding far away from home where all my dreams came true?

i'm a fool with dignity.

last night's dinner summarizes a double quarter pounder with fries and a coke all by myself.
while eating, i read my self-help book and realized i'm a big procrastinator and an adapter.
i'm also a "silent allie", which basically shows i can still act like a douche.