::get your priorities crooked
::rising from the dead with cadbury creme
::daniel patricks day
::cup of mud
::beauty school dropout
::Bedtime for Gonzo
::to keep me from killin yall
::holy mother, its the holy father
::The tide just turned
::Keg Race 05
 


This Boy's Exhausted
this is the kind of trashpdate that I think I needed. I have several small things to talk about, none topic enough for a singularly driven update, and to avoid whining like a livejournal, i opted for a drunken ramble, which will most likely look oddly similar to the majority of the shitty writing on the internet...yeah thats a dig at your momma's blog, deal with it.

i keep hitting my teeth with my mug full of ice water, mostly ice, because i love to chew eye-c.


first i havent been sleeping much lately, one day i fell asleep on the floor of the shower for 20 minutes, tempting my fate against the drowning power of water, but because i'm in an insomniac haze i spend most days staring numbly at a television, watching tom and jerry on mute while listening to william shatner or some other lovely music.

insomnamaniacal haze


the other day i was running to and fro the radio station, well then i guess it was wednesday, and there was this big bug guarding the steps of my place, like huge, and always there, for hours and hours, you would try to pass and he'd give you shit about access being granted for no one, but eventually you'd slide through and he'd just stand there waiting for the next time when he'd act like he was all in charge again.

franz kafka, rock opera


i saw The Incredibles today and of course it was. What did you really expect from Pixar, not as cutesy as nemo or monsters, but just as funny and kinda sexy, and the nonstop action genre was new for Pixar and well again another success. I was going to review it but really what can I say, its PIxar, its good, see it, but you will i'm sure, you can't help it. the promotion for it is everywhere, including impulse buy cereal.

product placement, and i honestly took that picture this afternoon when I was sober


This is not really new, me and james have been discussing this for weeks, but I haven't mentioned it because it isnt enough for a whole post, but that godforsaken itunes commercial with U2, you are aware that Bono says 1, 2, 3, 14. This is clear to everyone, there's not a problem here? uno, dos, tres, catorce? yeah sure. I'm bono.

and i was flipping and came across the opening to the latin VMA's on MTV and the opening was a taped thing from Bono, and to start it up he said it again, uno, dos, tres, catorce. well thats fabulous. my spanish isn't that great despite 3 years, but i knew quatro came after tres when i was probably only quatro years old.

bono is just cool enough to skip to 14


and the OC started up again and as it is my guiltest pleasure, i wasn't that pleasured, but i was feeling guilty. I felt we could have done without last seasons finale and this seasons premiere, they just cancel out and nothing really happened.


and finally, JMU plays Delaware tommorow in a huge football game and speaking of school spirit, we need all the votes we can get this weekend for Duke Dog in the capitalonebowl.com all american mascot challenge. go votedukedog.com.

danwho kissed you on the nose on 11.06.04 @ 04:36 AM [link]