poor milk brothers

bands i hate: fiery furnaces, antony and the johnsons, the hold steady. i couldn't "get it" any less. no less, not one iota, one piece. zap, zero.

passed out [yes, drunk] in the backseat of your own car, the drive from lansing, michigan to ferndale, michigan feels like it lasts about five minutes. maybe six. being PLASTERED among nu-metal/fall-out-boy-metal/whatever-metal kids in lansing, michigan BY ten pm and subsequently throwing up makes you feel so very young. but it's hard to forget feeling so damn old, so i guess something about it feels tragically, desperately immature. and when you've slept/passed out for at least eight hours, you wake up early, at like eight thirty, still hungover and wishing you'd picked a better day than the first day of your period. never a good combo meal.

so the snow came back to us today, but not enough. i prefer a massive dump that halts most facets of life, making board games, rummaging the cupboard and drinking the ends of dusty liquor bottles the new but fun-er puritanism. the new gandhi living. we probably do need some more snow, and not dissimilarly to how we sometimes need more rain. d says we need real winter to feel right, for spring to feel right. springfever, however, i believe will always feel right. it feels right in april and in october and in july and in february. oh you know. the new romance. there's something intangible about it, at least in the way of explanation. but i do know it involves helpings of technology and distance and devouring and touching and not touching, but it does not involve loss, jealousy. youth, also, is on both sides of involvement. i'm sorry, making sense today is not my forté [worst word ever, sorry dudes].

today's my sister's last in michigan, as she's off to start a new life away at the university, the culinary institute of america. in four quick years she'll be dealing with investors and perhaps my mom and i will be preparing to move to nyc to work in my little sister's bakery. ha. someone has to be successful. i can't imagine that feeling anymore of going away to college, especially so far away. what a change. i wish her the best of luck and happiness with an excess of love.

going out for karl's birthday tonight, and he stole my idea of mexicantown dining and the bar. heh. it's impossible to not pick the best mexican restaurant in michigan, so i'll back off. i had pollo ranchero monday, is it possible to have twice in five days? is it even moral? something far too hedonistic about devouring [yes, same word used for sex] one of the best meals in detroit.

xo