i fly to india on may the 7th.
my ticket from india expires on the 19th, i have to wait at the airport on standby untill a spot opens up.

i will update this from india when i get there.

peace

chris

::: posted 29 april 2003 at 10:07 am (india) [karma: 0 (+/-)] [ no comments. ] :::

tried to call a few friends the other day but noone was there.
need to get some laundry done today. all my clothes are dirty.

sometimes i feel good
sometimes i feel bad
don't know where it all comes from.

rubella and drunkenstein would be proud of me.
the other day i woke up at 8 or 9 and i was still tipsy.
nothing exceeds like excess.

so how are you?
today i'm going to find out if i'm coming home soon or not.
who knows. whatever.

thats what i feel like today:
"whatever"

choke

::: posted 16 april 2003 at 02:33 am (india) [karma: 0 (+/-)] [ no comments. ] :::

apparently cursive is the next big thing. or something like that. they're getting play from rollingstone like they're the next big whop and all that. and their new album is out now, i'ts been out for a month, so someone, go buy it and gush forth on the greatness of tim kasher. the cd bootleg dudes don't have any cursive out here in thailand. i can't even get my hands on a copy of Zwan, fer chrissakes.

i miss the music scene
the short hair
the perfect t shirts
the cold cold beer

i miss the deafening
the sweat stained floor
the head nodding shyness
the need for much more

i miss the stary summer nights full of smiles and faces and different places and nowhere to go or somewhere to be the feeling of the stink of god's sweat hanging in the air and constantly looking over your shoulders to make sure the cops arent there or zooming around in a fast loud car with the windows down and the music way up and its summer again its summer all the time where i am now but it just isnt the same......................

::: posted 09 april 2003 at 10:56 am (india) [karma: 1 (+/-)] [ 1 comment. ] :::

so my hair got kinda long, and today was a good hair day for me, in my opinion.

i'm ready to come home but..........who knows?

i've been helping out at a health spa and they want me to work there.

so we'll see whats going on.

if you're wondering if i miss you, if you're reading this then the answer is 'yes'

i hear it's about 40 in clevebland.

well that's too bad.

don't have much to say.
i wish i could see karate live today.

...................chris

::: posted 05 april 2003 at 07:20 am (india) [karma: 1 (+/-)] [ no comments. ] :::

obviously someone needs a hair cut............


*edit* april 4............... yeah i got that hair cut lookit me now.........

::: posted 22 march 2003 at 06:30 am (india) [karma: 1 (+/-)] [ 1 comment. ] :::

don't have much to say
trying to figure it out in my own way
thought i'd be back home by now
but i guess it'll be a little longer somehow

hope this finds you in good health
hope this finds you with all your demons on the shelf
put away and forgotten like 3rd grade report cards
to be looked at when you feel nostalgic for a time that never was

"i am the eggman, i am the eggman, i am the walrus"

god help us all

::: posted 19 march 2003 at 11:47 am (india) [karma: -1 (+/-)] [ 1 comment. ] :::

i don't take that time
for reflection that i used to
but i'm sure i'll take it
if i feel like i need to

so my silence is penetrating
thru the whole car
and i'm reminded that i look better
when i smile ear to ear

can't pretend that i don't miss
the wasted faces of yesterday
the loving embrace of everything i see
all around me

and why don't i feel it now?
why is it like a memory i should visit in my head?
i know that you're here there and everywhere
but i can't feel it like i did before

long lost friends try to send me news
keep me together so i don't get the blues
i should just pray to god to get me thru
these times of heartache that i choose

so just give me some peace and let me know
if i'm there for you if my love ever shows
sometimes i can feel it and sometimes it goes
to someone else, to someone else.
-------------------(end)----------

Artist: Karate
Album: Some Boots
Title: Airport

"Today the grass is like another green,
straight from heaven's garden,
like you've never seen.
At first glance it's like this place is on fire,
but it's just time for this dew to expire.
Most of the days I'm down near the sea.
People say they're not seeing me,
I miss them as much as they miss me. I miss
them just like they miss me.
Now yesterday I think he might have called to say
Hey, or just to get us all together on a Saturday,
to take some time come down your way.
But he's over on the North Side.
He can walk.
He doesn't need a ride.
I wouldn't pick him up anyway.
It's not not my town.
I don't know the way.

I see him out my window,
on a very different street where leaves fall
up in the Spring time, and the sun sets in the East.
I'm always late whem I'm visiting.
I can't remember where the station is.
What time will you be coming in?
I wish my town had an airport.
In 15 minutes we'de be at my door.
We'd used the time for a walk and some wine,
but these days I'm trying not to think about time.

I see him out my window,
on a very different street where leaves fall up in the Spring time,
and the sun sets in the east.
We hang out in the garden, away from phone calls,
strip malls-now I don't want to leave you behind.
It's just that grayed-out horizon.
Hey, don't you think it's time?"

::: posted 06 march 2003 at 04:42 am (india) [karma: 2 (+/-)] [ no comments. ] :::

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