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So last night I went insane. I'm not quite sure why, but I ended up breaking light bulbs on my face. It wasn't that I was angry or sad or anything, It was just that I felt like I had too much energy. How often does that happen. Nick and I got our "hippie chick" on to some Matisyahu, which was Jew-tastic. I must burn it post haste. Lee made up a joke today and sent it too me via text message. Its a real knee slapper.
"What do Michael Jackson and Charles Lindberg have in common? Charles Lindberg flew across the Atlantic and Michael Jackson rapes little boys."
Awfully witty. Also today, Cynthia and myself went to the Barnes And Noble in Ashville. It was splendid, because she had an Honorary Title CD and a guy with dredlocks started raving about the book she got, even though she didn't actually want it. And we ate in a McDonalds parking lot and then we went to Michael's and bought shirts and pens and crap and conspired to see Saves The Freaking Day. It was great.
Oh, and I've been listening to boatloads of R.E.M. for some reason. I think I'll burn a mix of them.
"What do Michael Jackson and Charles Lindberg have in common? Charles Lindberg flew across the Atlantic and Michael Jackson rapes little boys."
Awfully witty. Also today, Cynthia and myself went to the Barnes And Noble in Ashville. It was splendid, because she had an Honorary Title CD and a guy with dredlocks started raving about the book she got, even though she didn't actually want it. And we ate in a McDonalds parking lot and then we went to Michael's and bought shirts and pens and crap and conspired to see Saves The Freaking Day. It was great.
Oh, and I've been listening to boatloads of R.E.M. for some reason. I think I'll burn a mix of them.