at work today, compiling a list of things to do to make myself happier. an action-item list of joy, if you will.
and, so far, this is it:
find an apartment, in the city, preferably cheap. also, must be impressive for the mother (ie, not too ghetto). thinking noe valley. maybe panhandle, mission near market, or lower haight.
find a new job, paying as well or better than present job, in which i perform tasks whose difficulty level does not exceed current position's difficulty level.
mix together records everyday, no exceptions. no exceptions (related: spend all excess money on new records, every week. buy buy buy.) become reinfatuated whole-heartedly with housemusic. live the dream.
try to be more like spike, less like faye. remember: what ever happens, happens.
spin out more! finish the demo and work the connections.
try not to force love. do not jump haphazardly into ill-fated crushes. do not try to find the answers in girls.
find new people and befriend them. must posses no previous knowledge of your existence. must be hip, attractive, and posses excellent musical taste (or, atleast, two of those three). and once found, keep them to yourself- they will be your friends, not everyone's.
dance. dance. dance. preferably with drugs. but then again, remember you don't have to be high to shake it.
get a girlfriend to help.
when writing, try harder to envoke no-pitty. try not to whine.
don't let san francisco make you feel bad about feeling down. it's ok to be sad sometimes. just try not to wallow for too long.
write more, start longer works. also: write more about the abstract, less about girls.
do not be afraid of things. this includes (but is not limited to) talking to strangers and moving away.
there were more, but these are the most important. i've already started on a few.
