transformation of consciousness

I hardly update in this thing anymore. I have a journal I write in daily, but your eyes will never see it.

I'm avoiding all attemps to write my 3 page paper for English (due tomorrow mind you)

Lately, I've had an unhealthy obsession with deconstructive music. (I.E.>>>Made in Mexico, Get Hustle, Lake Dracula and Arab on Radar)

With that note, Record Time (the roseville store) is having a major sale for the next 4 days....I strongly suggest you take you weekly earnings there.

Further more, I'm collecting all my vintage junk and non-vintage junk to start selling weekly at the Majestic Cafe on Wednesday nights...or at the Belmount tuesday nights if I can make it. Extra crash will feed this new music obsession I have.

Friday I get to do a photo shoot for a Detroit D.J. This is exciting. Saturday I've been invited to a couple's party in Royal Oak (is this a humble way of saying "orgy"?)

Sunday is some strange band playing at the magic stick.




Tonight Gabe is stopping by so we can watch Project Runway. This makes me gitty. If I was a designer, all my outfits would probably be something Karen O would wear...strange, random and ridiclous.

My brother Louis wants me to make him a profile for MYSPACE...my decision on that matter is still pending. I have too much love for that kid to help him commit his life into a internet vegetable...he's only 11 for fuck sake.

I'm through with this, time to take a shower.