joe, there's something strangely wrong with your phone and i can't get ahold of you. i guess that'd be okay if you didn't have my ticket for tonight's Timber's game. call me up!!

it's six oh five in the A.M. and i'm going to the river. peace out.

drunken bike riding is simply the best. second only to a few other things. :D

i'm also done being polite.

waiting. longing. burning. hating.

these are words for my day.

my fingertips are getting calloused, but for now they're just sore and tingly. i start guitar lessons on thursday.

*purge*

like, whoa. my upstairs neighbor has company.

?!

Becky and I went out last night and saw The Faint. Sure, sure, Bright Eyes was there, too, but holy jesus fuck, how did they justify rocking our socks off with pounding, funky beats BEFORE putting tragic little Conor Oberst on?

That said, The Faint put on an amazing show. We got down.

It's anarchy in here!