work gave me a sunday off. What else is there to do but, check out suicide girls and listen to the flaming lips? I'm at my boyfrinds apartment. it is quite an interesting surrouding. to start, there is a rug on the wall depicting the last supper; direcftly above what is supposed to be jesus is the no swastica symbol and four hubcaps from a cadillac seville. there's an old framed picture of barbara steisand and a bunch of other crap that is just indescribable. i should probably go home to do lundry and such but i hate going home my roomates suck! there the type of people who sit at home and do crosswords.i really do not want to go home.
