i don't know how people can live in the city and not smoke. i am constantly on the verge of a nervous breakdown here. well anywhere, really. kidding. sort of.

it doesn't feel like fall and i'm getting pissed. i've had one apple (a macoun!!) and i couldn't even enjoy it because i can't bite into anyting cos of my goddamn braces. i did drink half a quart of cider today, but it was fucking pasteurized. which prompted josh to ask, "do you have something against louis pasteur?" and i laughed.

saw the wilco documentary "i'm trying to break your heart" tonight at the coolidge and it was so fucking good. black and white, jeff tweedy, wilco music, what could be better?

maybe not feeling like my stomach was going to implode...

sonGs of The DaY

wilco.