everyone's alone in the world
except for me & you
(me & you & yeah
maybe all of them too)

spam has gone from irritating to nearly amusing. i just got an e-mail with the subject line "get ol' one eye pumping again."

( one for the road )

fuck the fourth of july.

i'm off to get drunk.

i am sofa king we todd ed.

so as it turns out, there's nothing in the world that's more fun (at least when alone) than attempting to dance to idm with the volume up, the lights off and the door closed.

i need entirely continuous stimulation to cultivate and maintain any form of happiness.

blah, brah.

does anyone remember prometheus and bob?

edit : who wants to buy me the quasimoto cd?

shut the fork up!

jerry garcia, o master of the fast pick, o long lost wanderer of time and space (out), o great lord of the ethereal noodle, how we adore thee and how your supernatural presence is missed within many a hotboxed living room.

i had a dream that the catalina mountains were covered in frozen waterfalls that melted into a massive river that flooded catalina highway and my car got stuck in the water when i was trying to drive to mount lemmon and then somehow i ended up watching the mercury program play udall.