...got drunk with Madore and pondered the future of Thieves Jargon.
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About Me
- Matt DiGangi
- Boston
--Publisher., Thieves Jargon, Thieves Jargon Press.
Freelance editor.
Graduate student (Publishing and Writing), Emerson College.
Editorial, educational publishing.
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13 comments:
I got high, popped pills, watched Disco Pigs and got my heart broken by a girl and am gonna spend the rest of my life looking for someone just like her.
i watched rhett miller sing and sweat for a few hours and then I went dive barring the next night.
did you break the bread of peace?
Break bottles not bread.
Hey I was wrong. this girl just unbroke my heart into a million pieces. i am on top of the world.
Got drunk with DiGangi, this really cute Asian girl like ten years my senior, few other girls, his roommates, etc, was a huge party on wheels and there was some guy name Hendrick... and assisted in the pondering of the Jargon's future--remember specifically mentioning that elimae is on its second editor and doing fine.
Maybe we should start sweeping the web for solid individuals of unquestionably static nature?
after almost breaking down on friday, i got caught in the rain on my way to work. on saturday o got caught in the rain on my way from work, i got into the black lips show for free because my boys from davila 666 toured the north east coast with Jesse and his boys, and Jesse let me in. That night, because all the shit going on, i drank and the bullshit surfaced through my behavior. i was rowdy and reckless and i danced until a bouncer who previously in my drunkeness had gone up to an said, "you just don't like me cause you think i ain't street," choke-pulled me out of the bar. and i got my bike and walked home because i was too drunk to bike. on sunday i laid in bed all day. i did go in the morning to write but felt too shitty to do anything.
up until this weekend I hadn't been laid in 3 months, hadn't masturbated for 9 days, hadn't any work accepted in 6 weeks, and hadn't slammed h in 4 years.
My weekend was one long Buckcherry song.
uhoh...
i'd be so down for some junk.
my band's playing te 305 fest in miami this may. it's gonna be wild.
Choke Pulled...aren't they playing Coachella this year?
fuck coachella
That's an odd statement. I went to Coachella once and it knocked my nuts off.
This weekend I put in 20+ hours at the office, and taught the kids how to play dungeons & dragons on Saturday night.
Doing the lord's work.
i said fuck coachella because i'm jealous.
i went to the harvest of hope fest in st. augustine, but coachella gets bigger and bigger from what i understand.
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