i wonder if thats the point.
maybe you get to die when you have given up trying to discover the Answer.
i get upset over the weirdest things. i get people upset over the weirdest things.
i cry over the silliest things, and then i dont cry over the most horrible experiences.
like right now im seriously pissed off at Lost, but not at all concerned about the Cubs.
like right now i have no serious dates planned in the next month, but i couldnt be more content about my bachelor status.
like right now i have a dress shirt on and pajama bottoms and i couldnt be more comfortable.
likewise my tvs off, my radios off, my electric heater is rumbling, and my head is perfect, yet a cold beer, heavy metal, and Pardon the Interruption should be all bombarding my senses in just a few minutes.
i have an uncontrollable urge, america.
meanwhile tomdog our pal from way back in Isla Vista went to canada and all we got was this awesome video of DEVO
if you ever wanna party with me theres two ways to do it:
come to SXSW and stay a week.
and come over to my pad and knock on the door and have some maple syrup and an expense acct.