I know it's gone, I tried to pick up my paintings like, back around Thanksgiving, and I got one of them back and was told the other one was sold. I still haven't gotten on them to pay me for it though (they probably don't have any records of it anymore anyway.) I don't know, I think it's really awesome that someone out there I don't know owns some of my work though. I think I'll want to hunt it down some day, which kind of depresses me because it's going to get more like that in the future, and I probably wouldn't be able to find it anyway (on the other hand if I get all famous that peice would sell for mad money as my first "sold" work, and I'd probably find it again through that.)

What's the deal with this fight club thing? I'm trying to approach some kind of pacifism, because I've seen too much pain lately, but I'm interested to know what's going down with people purposelessly beating the shit out of each other (by pacifism I mean retaliatory strikes only, but still it's better than mindless slaughter of rodents, which has been the name of the day round these parts. Saving owls, but killing chipmunks.)

So how was Russia? Did awesome things happen? I thought you were switching to Medieval studies or something along those lines, did that not pan out at all? You could definately be a rock star, I forgot that you played guitar (I forget a lot of things, it's starting to terrify me.)

Sorry about Elly. I feel like there's a story there, but I won't pry if you don't want me too.

AIM is a bad time. A bad bad and also I have no idea whose name is who bad time. I haven't been on AIM in probably years. It's hard enough when I don't know people who say hello to me in person. Online, when they don't have faces, or names that don't have meaningless numbers? I'd be freakin' screwed. And I don't condone use of things like AIM and myspace and facebook. Mostly because I'm too lazy to make upkeeps on such things, but I can pretend it's because of righteous indignition. Actually I guess a lot of people keep in touch via such sources, but my past and present are such a shifting ethereal situation that I feel trying to solidify my placement in my memories of people would only further disrupt my cognition of how I relate to them or who they are or who I am.

If you can't tell I'm going crazier by the day. It's so weird because I feel like on one level I can see the surface of everything with total clarity and understanding, and beneath that everything I understand keeps falling apart, so I can maintain a persona but not my psyche. Life is fucking odd man.

Okay, enough of my babbling.

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