so, i know who to turn to when i need this kind of advice. what would you say if i asked, "which is the best music (review oriented, not guitar tab) magazine i could subscribe to?"

writers block is not my friend.

yesterday at work, someone called me a "self hating jew."
the thing is, i'm not even a jew.

even as a joke, never pitch a reality show producer a "hooker with a heart of gold" format ("you know, at the end, she reveals to the dude she picks that she is a former prostah"). they just might like it.

is it weird that i saw a yellow xterra today that had an L7 sticker plastered on the bumper? is it more weird that the license plate read "IMNL7"? seriously, if courtney love were not so nuts, this sort of thing might have been her weird, alt-rock destiny.

someone o told me once that if my period was late (and i haven't actually done the deed), i should smell the hormones of another woman who is experiencing her womanly times. if i do this, it will speed up the start of my own cramps and crying and whatnot. i don't know if what this person told me is scientific or what. but i do wish i had someone ( Read more... )

would anyone like to take a daytrip with me next week? maybe to solvang or joshua tree? maybe even to dixie evan's Exotic World
? i promise to have good cd's and my pasties in the car.

i don't know if the queasiness in my tum is from the tempura i had last night. or the fact that i have to call my upcoming employer ( Read more... )

This reminds me of times growing up in Michigan. when i would have recurring nightmares of Jimmy Hoffa being buried under our house's stairs. 10 year olds are spossed to dream about ponies. not teamsters.

caslab stabbed me in the face with marissa's zorro sword last night.

sleep with one eye open, andrew.