Stupid story.
Every day in my notes at the end of the story I'm working on, I write "stupid story." Then every day when I call up the file and look at the story notes, it's like "stupid story stupid story stupid story." So nice to know that's the sum total of my plotting for this one. Should turn out well.
Last night I dreamt that my mom & I were walking around some unidentifiable big city. I had a fuzzy chijuajua puppy in my arms. So much for jchalo's inspirational dream recital. Unless JC was the puppy, which, no. Not even my subconscious could be that fucked up.
Listening to the KLUC radio interview with JC. I was so happy when he talked about the "Gary Numan 80s" feel to part of Schizophrenic. ADIDAS, baby! From the first time I heard the clip, I was all "oh! oh! Gary Numan! whee!" It's just nice to know JC knows his music. But, of course he does. I imagine him sitting around the house, listening to tracks over and over and over 'til whoever's there wants to smother him. "No, for real, this is from 1982, check out the horns!" "I've checked out the damn horns 19 times, JC!! Now Shut It!"
Oops, gotta go. I think something just crawled in my ear.
Last night I dreamt that my mom & I were walking around some unidentifiable big city. I had a fuzzy chijuajua puppy in my arms. So much for jchalo's inspirational dream recital. Unless JC was the puppy, which, no. Not even my subconscious could be that fucked up.
Listening to the KLUC radio interview with JC. I was so happy when he talked about the "Gary Numan 80s" feel to part of Schizophrenic. ADIDAS, baby! From the first time I heard the clip, I was all "oh! oh! Gary Numan! whee!" It's just nice to know JC knows his music. But, of course he does. I imagine him sitting around the house, listening to tracks over and over and over 'til whoever's there wants to smother him. "No, for real, this is from 1982, check out the horns!" "I've checked out the damn horns 19 times, JC!! Now Shut It!"
Oops, gotta go. I think something just crawled in my ear.