I've got to stop listening to the Holiday Rap. I've seen what it does to people and I don't want to go down that path. It's so damn catchy though and so damn... Dutch! DJ Sven and MC Miker G, you certainly can rap more raps than a superman can.

So James and I went to DC today and probably broke the world record for Least Distance Between a Dirty Magazine and a Historical Document... if you know what I mean

I'm cooking pizza and I simply can't wait for it to be finished. I'm a pizzaholic (which is an actual term, look it up if you don't believe me). 'm getting hungrier writing this, plus I can smell it from the next room. Wonderful melted cheeses hug the sauce and together they make love on a bed of rising dough. God, I'm hungry

I just watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Christopher Lloyd is probably one of the creepiest movie villains ever in that movie. Especially at the end when he has the buzz saw hand and knife eyes. Whenever I watch that movie, I get reminded of the first time I ever saw it back when we lived in Minnesota. And that bitchy babysitter wouldn't let me have ( Read more... )

The time has come to put aside childish things and become a man. Namely, I need a new job. It's quite obvious after being unemployed for more than a month now that my ill-advised spending habits don't fit well with my disposable income, which is nothing. The other day I spent ten dollars on jelly beans. Jelly beans! And I only finished about three ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday Ameenah!!!!!!!

I was flipping through some back entries of these here livejournal and I noticed a bunch of significant events missing. There's nothing about breaking my wrist or about it healing. There's nothing about quitting my job, there's nothing about my birthday or all that Dr. Pepper, there's nothing about my new guitar, there's nothing about Trenchcoat ( Read more... )

Whenever I play guitar, I wish I had played more guitar the previous day so I wouldn't have to work so hard to get back up to where I used to be yesterday. Motherfucking catch 22 and shit. Whenever I work on playing, my songwriting sucks. Whenever I work on songwriting, my playing sucks and my songwriting still sucks but not as much. I'm trying to ( Read more... )

So after cleaning my room I found three shirts that I had lost. Iron Maiden, Down, and Pantera. I'm still missing my Alice in Chains shirt so if you happen to somehow be wearing it now, I hope you feel terrible.

It's late and I'm going to go to bed. I like being in bed. You get to think about whatever you want as you listen to music and pretend that tomorrow doesn't matter. I do all my best thinking in bed, but of course I forget it all while I'm asleep. Dreams are fascinating like that. You think up any thought you can being completely uninhibited by ( Read more... )