Author: David

…I’m in Chicago. Currently on Kourtney’s computer. I got a cell phone and it’s the tiniest thing ever. And my new number is 773.820.2118. Hopefully

The clock reads 8:43 AM as I start this entry – the last thing I do before I pack up my computer, get in the

The official sentence of the day – “Holy shit I’m leaving tomorrow.” Planned time of departure is set for 10:00 tomorrow morning. If past events

Packing is a pain in the ass. Actually, the packing part of all of this is quick and easy, since I’m hardly taking anything with

My youth and my twenties are going by the wayside with nary a fuck to pass the time. God I need to get laid.

So I know I’m getting closer to the things I want to do, though at this point I still have no idea where I’m going.

As I begin typing this it is 12:45 AM. I’m getting up at 8:00 tomorrow morning and am torn as to whether I should go

[Note in 2024: original post contained a lewd image here I can no longer find, just imagine some naked bodies] Noooo!!!!! Not full frontal nudity!

So who’s up for a little culture-jamming? A little guerrilla art? A little incivil disobedience to remind the public that public property is theirs?

I don’t think anyone can truly be considered a design freak until he (or she – let’s be PC…or something) has bought and paid for