stupid florida
The Mars Volta was pretty fucking intense, even though I was ridiculously tired. Mad props to flute guy.
Fred Hox's dad is the nicest man in the world. I want to be just like him if I ever have kids and drive them to concerts.
At five, I'm leaving on my father-son road trip to that bastion of erudition known as the South, specifically Florida. I hope to be back by next Monday at the latest.
Hopefully I got that job at Sears. If I didn't I'll have to prostitute myself, or get a job someplace shitty like Walgreens.
Because I need a job.
Because eating has suddenly become rather expensive.
(On the way to Providence, Pete and I pass a car with a bumper sticker that says "Real Men Love Jesus")
*ten seconds of silence*
Pete: ...yea
Pete: He's right.
Fred Hox's dad is the nicest man in the world. I want to be just like him if I ever have kids and drive them to concerts.
At five, I'm leaving on my father-son road trip to that bastion of erudition known as the South, specifically Florida. I hope to be back by next Monday at the latest.
Hopefully I got that job at Sears. If I didn't I'll have to prostitute myself, or get a job someplace shitty like Walgreens.
Because I need a job.
Because eating has suddenly become rather expensive.
(On the way to Providence, Pete and I pass a car with a bumper sticker that says "Real Men Love Jesus")
*ten seconds of silence*
Pete: ...yea
Pete: He's right.