the lakers make me sad. kobe sits out and their play becomes the visual equivalent of waitching william hung's rendition of ricky martin's "she bangs". like pepper spray, it stings the eyes. it hurts. bad. shots are missed. miles and miles of sea, and they couldnt put a pea in the ocean. it is sad. the lakers lack chemistry. the team isnt without ( Read more... )

If you think you're unique, you're retarded. someone's already been you. maybe thats where the idea of re-incarnation surfaced from. or maybe it IS re-incarnation. i keep thinking. more than usual. cause work is boring. but ive been thinking about how every thought i can think someone's already had.(and not just someone, considering history and ( Read more... )

I Love LA.

i think i'll be allright.

i die in my dreams a lot.

i especially love the feeling of struggling against my enemy and suffocating to death and not being able to do anything about it.

its awesome.

i also love jessy for letting me bum it in her room so much.

.phone rings..130 pm..i wake up..a lot of drool on my pillow..diana cancelled on me stupid octopus..stephanie made up for that.. she was here all day. .with roy. i felt her little bellie..she's having a cow..hung out.. went out..skateboarding..falling..aimless driving..got lost..xtreme..more driving..in n out..animal style..back to the room..ate.. ( Read more... )