i've showered more than usual. i was content mostly, but with a strong urge to start a new hardcore band. i went to the ak press anniversary booksale. they had a keg of delicious ipa and amazing snacks. i bought a book i've been meaning to get for only five dollars. i have played pool a lot, and gone to less parties. i downloaded the new b. spears. its alright. my little brother misses me, and he wants a '50s car. hardware stores want us to wheatepaste funny drawings all over the walls of our towns. thanksgiving was my drunk uncle and cousin talking about objectivism and how capitalism might suck, but its the best system we have. then they told me they were actually anarchists. over the wail of leif playing one man black metal in the living room, i wonder if i have any friends at all. i know i do, but i wonder nonetheless. i could go to a kegger show, but i feel more inclined to tape felt black flag logos all around the house. i meant to write about this interesting oakland crime situation we've got going on where it seems the more cops they hire, the more violent offenses go down in the streets. the last time i added 75 bad boys to the team, more people got killed. but oh well..
and nicky's yelp review of me:
"bryan is like a dog: easily excited and extremely loyal to his friends and his left-wing values (cos dogs have left-wing values...). and i don't mean easily excited in a stupid, simplistic way, but in more of a Buddhist sense. like, he seems to live life to the fullest by embracing each moment, and seeing him always serves as a reminder to have fun and be present when i'm usually stressed about the future. for all his spontaneity and adventurousness, he still manages to find time to read books on post-structuralist anarchist philosophy, and he's an amazing chef who's as content eating gourmet greens as he is at eating dollar doritos, sometimes. he can finally grow facial hair, and he contains an ungodly amount of charisma and social anxiety, which means he's got all the charm but none of the arrogance. friends can attest to feeling like loners around him, because he appears to "know everybody," but it's a selfless popularity. he's eager to facilitate friendships, strike up dynamic conversations on topics big and small, and be the life of the party for the sake of the party itself. he's very concerned with maintaining a healthy libido, ladies, so you may see him riding his bike with a seat specially designed to liberate the balls from getting squashed. i think he has big balls. big juicy balls. he's a punk-rocker, but hasn't forgotten the importance of chivalry, so you may see him pushing his septum ring up before a visit to his parents, lest his mom see what a defiant creature she raised. you may also see him stalling in the beer aisle, pooping, listening to good clean fun, and masticating. sometimes i wonder how bryan can at once know so much and get shit done yet still be spilling all over the place and seeming to participate in every awesome activity or show there is. i guess its the mystery of being cool, or his lack of sleep. bff!"
don't worry, i wrote a sugar covered one of him first.
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