so apparently its THE VON BONDIES!
firstly: i love saying "THE VON BONDIES"...
anyway.
so the speakers in my truck are THRASHED. i was so pissed off yesterday that i took off down the 22 freeway at 90 with "American Cliche" at full blast and... yes, that did it. my beautiful sound system cracked and now its fuzzy and static prone at even the lowest levels of volume. see, kids? when you get really angry don't take it out on any type of technology, chances are it'll break and you'll have to pay more than you can to fix it and then you'll just be in an even angrier hole than you were in previously. *explode*
other than that, things are fine. for some reason artur and i aren't at each other's throats. go us? and myspace.com has opened an entire beautiful world of FUN for me. i met a cool guy named Peter there, some musician who i want to see play named Donnie, this guy who licks wood, and a hot chick. oh wait, i already wrote about that and more. ah oh well. SKYE! that fucking british emo star found me on myspace.com just hours after i tried to go and find him, because knowing him as the internet whore that he is i knew he'd have one. *sigh* he's all grown up now. i remember when he had short hair, was kind of a geek, drank too much, watched a lot of Buffy, and other jazz like that. and he was only five feet tall. *sigh* now he's 5'4", has emo hair, drinks a lot, and his taste in music absolutely fucking mirrors jordaan's. it would be humourous for them to meet. hmmm...
JORDAAN! check out getoverme's livejournal!
SKYE! check out laugh_indoors livejournal!
there, my good deed for the day is done. now off to go play with adaware and Peter. Ryan called last night, sadly i didn't hear because it was on my bed and there was nothing to vibrate against except softness. and all i can think of right now is Sally Solomon kicking down a door after she's been lied to about getting a call from a guy she went on a date with. i can imagine Ryan doing that.
*smash*
Ryan: I'm here to check your phone...
damn it, must call him back. cool cat he is, yes... not boyfriend material sadly but who needs one? i just want to meet up with him and get drunk while watching Dawson's Creek. GREAT fucking times. stupenfuckinfucious.
anyway.
so the speakers in my truck are THRASHED. i was so pissed off yesterday that i took off down the 22 freeway at 90 with "American Cliche" at full blast and... yes, that did it. my beautiful sound system cracked and now its fuzzy and static prone at even the lowest levels of volume. see, kids? when you get really angry don't take it out on any type of technology, chances are it'll break and you'll have to pay more than you can to fix it and then you'll just be in an even angrier hole than you were in previously. *explode*
other than that, things are fine. for some reason artur and i aren't at each other's throats. go us? and myspace.com has opened an entire beautiful world of FUN for me. i met a cool guy named Peter there, some musician who i want to see play named Donnie, this guy who licks wood, and a hot chick. oh wait, i already wrote about that and more. ah oh well. SKYE! that fucking british emo star found me on myspace.com just hours after i tried to go and find him, because knowing him as the internet whore that he is i knew he'd have one. *sigh* he's all grown up now. i remember when he had short hair, was kind of a geek, drank too much, watched a lot of Buffy, and other jazz like that. and he was only five feet tall. *sigh* now he's 5'4", has emo hair, drinks a lot, and his taste in music absolutely fucking mirrors jordaan's. it would be humourous for them to meet. hmmm...
JORDAAN! check out getoverme's livejournal!
SKYE! check out laugh_indoors livejournal!
there, my good deed for the day is done. now off to go play with adaware and Peter. Ryan called last night, sadly i didn't hear because it was on my bed and there was nothing to vibrate against except softness. and all i can think of right now is Sally Solomon kicking down a door after she's been lied to about getting a call from a guy she went on a date with. i can imagine Ryan doing that.
*smash*
Ryan: I'm here to check your phone...
damn it, must call him back. cool cat he is, yes... not boyfriend material sadly but who needs one? i just want to meet up with him and get drunk while watching Dawson's Creek. GREAT fucking times. stupenfuckinfucious.