All I want to do right now is drive around in the Jellybean blasting PTH. That's it.

Being notable feels pretty good. And a little scary.

Helplessness. That's what it is.

Of course in the last 10 minutes of one of the best weekends ever shit goes wrong. The last thing I need is to piss off the one person who matters, which pisses me off. If only I could remember to keep my mouth shut, that way a random comment doesn't get taken wrong.

Shittt.....I don't need to add more problems right now.

Okay, I'm going to assume that it's no coincidence that the whole scrubs cast is in Clone High. Awesome anyhow.

I don't understand when it happened. But somehow people here have an impression of me as a confident, outgoing, kinda crazy guy. In talking about people who would be up for doing ridiculous things, this being taking pictures of ourselves naked in the library, I was second on the list of people who would definitely do it. And it was assumed that me ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure I blew my computer speakers. All the high end is gone.

Bummer.

As always, my timing is just freaking impeccable.

I miss Les Mis pit band.

It was so awesome.

Boston weather....just nonsense.

Saturday during the day, beautiful and sunny, people outside, just lovely.
Saturday night, snow, lots of it, probably around 2 inches here.
Sunday noon, snow is all gone, sun is out, somewhere around 45 today.

what the hell?