Hey everybody ( Read more... )

Because I'm afraid that anything important I might say in the 20-and-growing comments of my last post will be lost or ignored ( Read more... )

So, I just wrote this in an e-mail to a couple friends, so this will be old news to Anthony, who got the e-mail ( Read more... )

Working on MLK Day. Fuck my ass.

Luna, thanks for the scarf. You rule.

I hardly ever update this journal anymore.

Tomorrow is Vibration, Friday is New Dress. At least I have shit to look forward to. Like getting the fuck out of here at 5:00.

Lock your doors! Hide your children!

The Super Happy Fun Squad has a myspace account... and thus an e-mail account!

Send fan mail to: super_happy_fun_squad@yahoo.com

iiiiiiight!

One year ago today, The Banned played their last show ( Read more... )

So I've had Jeff Bridges' voice in my head all day...

No, the, uh, chief of police of Malibu. A real reactionary.

I want to give the bloody-mary-to-defeat-a-hangover move a name.

I suggest: "Keepin' Outta Trouble."

Mmmm, sounds good. I think I'll go get a Keepin' Outta Trouble after work. I hope I'm still hungover then.

I don't normally fill out these quiz things, but I saw Rudi's, and it was pretty funny, so I did one.

I think I've given up on trying to explain how terrible this guy at work is. An entry or two back I explained how he was talking at me with a mouth full of food, oblivious to the fact that I wasn't responding beyond very sparce "Uh huh"s. Well ( Read more... )

I am going to New Orleans for Christmas.

This guy at work is talking at me with a mouth full of food. I'm not even responding. He's having a conversation with himself. A roastbeef-muddled conversation. I'm staring at the screen, typing, silent. A piece just fell out of his mouth and into his lap.

New Orleans. I booked my flight and