i was on the run. i forget if i was helping Bill Clinton, or if he was helping me. He told me some shit about Russians, and told me that the thing about Viagra is the the come-down is really hard, or something.
i am applying to work lying about how i am “proficient” and how i often “utilize” things. my previous experience has given me a vast amount of experience etc.
i am also watching the basketball and checking my bracket on espn.com. because i got the first 2 games right, i was 1#!!! however, since i foolishly picked a big12 team to lose, now i am 1267904th
i feel like i am 1267904th at a lot of things, sadly :(
it’s a sign of the times when the announcer says “the senior from Bosnia”
why is hulu asking me what the show is about? on the description of episode 2 of Stargate SG-1:
“O’Neill and the SG-1 team must attempt to remove a Goa’uld larva that has infected Kawalsky’s brain ? but time is running out!”
Me and some friends from various stages in my life went to go check out a warehouse, i think bcause we were hoping on playing music there. dean went as well, and he jumped on top of a metal chair and climbed through a light fixture into a big attic. we followed. the attic connected to a huge room with 30-foot ceilings.
we dicked around for a while, until someone accidentally triggered the fire alarm, so we all ran out. i couldn’t find dean the dog. on the way back to manhattan (for some reason i am going there) i went across a bridge and couldn’t handle the initial inclination. it seemed like it was going straight up, so some ladies helped me.
the lady told me she made guitar pedals for a living. it was her new small business she just started. i got her card.
for some reason then i had a psychologist appointment that also served as a meeting with the department of labor. i went and kind of bullshitted. then my psychologist complained about the turtles just a little bit down the way. these were man-turtles (like TMNT), and they were apparently very violent.
i went to visit the turtles. apparently one particular one was to blame, so i tried to murder it. then i figured out i was trying to murder the wrong turtle. the real culprit escaped into the east river, and i plunged down after him. it was black and full of toxins. i was about to stab the evil turtle to death when i woke up.
ahh 2006. Back when bands played “angular guitar blah” or something. now myspace tells me to “Listen to this angular Canadian group’s new album”. Angular of course has always been a nonsense word when it comes to describe the way guitars work; it’s like saying that wine has an earthy texture. It’s even less specific when the band itself is vaguely “angular.”
but I’d like to think that the Myspace is telling me that this band is angular because they are all really thin and have well-defined bone structure.