this never made very much sense anyway
the word of the week is nostalgia, though i can't explain for personal reasons. when i listen to sublime i get excited about summer, but then i realize that 40 ounces to freedom is a very long way to go when you're stuck in cincinnati stickiness. three weeks and a bit. write, smoke, rinse, repeat. end transmission.
ps. i am in love with jake's diner at two in the morning all the time. and my advisor. oh, did i mention i'm seeing the fucking FLAMING LIPS????