A man who looked like a bald Bill Mosely was wandering around Longs today. He kept humming "Jesus Loves Me (This I Know)" and basically scared the shit out of everyone there. Then threw a fit because he was a quarter short of buying a soda. Life rules. I only went in there to get a permanent marker, because it's been a pain in the ass without one. Makes labeling CDs difficult, you see. Speaking of which, I have entirely more music at the moment than I thought I would have. It's very nice.
Safeway seems to like fucking with me. This will stop. Nigel didn't fuck with me. Semi-related: the market across the street appears to have a very nice beer selection. However, curiousity killed me; i don't enjoy Indian beer like I thought I would. Unfortunate, really. It does appear to be strong, however.
God, I forgot how much I love "Little Shop of Horrors." I wish I was short enough to play Seymour, because even after like more years than I can process at this time, I can still nail the songs. No shit.
"Across the Universe" looks like crap. When I refuse to see an Evan Rachel Wood movie, it ain't good, folks.
Last night, the line between sleep and being awake was so blurred, I'm not entirely sure what counts as a dream. Until that weird one where Jenny Lewis and myself fought off a weird combination of HAL9000 and Wikipedia. Almost positive that was a dream. The rest...the rest was some of the best use of sleep/unconciousness I've had. I can definitely say that.
Meh. I got nothin'.
Later.
Safeway seems to like fucking with me. This will stop. Nigel didn't fuck with me. Semi-related: the market across the street appears to have a very nice beer selection. However, curiousity killed me; i don't enjoy Indian beer like I thought I would. Unfortunate, really. It does appear to be strong, however.
God, I forgot how much I love "Little Shop of Horrors." I wish I was short enough to play Seymour, because even after like more years than I can process at this time, I can still nail the songs. No shit.
"Across the Universe" looks like crap. When I refuse to see an Evan Rachel Wood movie, it ain't good, folks.
Last night, the line between sleep and being awake was so blurred, I'm not entirely sure what counts as a dream. Until that weird one where Jenny Lewis and myself fought off a weird combination of HAL9000 and Wikipedia. Almost positive that was a dream. The rest...the rest was some of the best use of sleep/unconciousness I've had. I can definitely say that.
Meh. I got nothin'.
Later.
btw, I totally wanna see that Evan Rachel Wood movie, looks like something I will fall in love with actually...i say give it a try, you never know