reprobate

Apparently, "ebullient" and "ululation" are the pan-media fifty cent buzzwords of the moment. Look for them wherever smug self-congratulatory writing is found.

Tomorrow, back to the pictures.

I think I am going to pound nails with my skull.

If that doesn't make me feel better I may substitute "with" with "in".

You would think, as it does actually rain here from time to time, that LA's power grid would be waterproof.

You would be wrong.

I've noticed that slowly but surely my profile is becoming nothing but song lyrics. I can't decide if this is a rut, or if I should just make them all song lyrics and call it art.

In other news my voicemail has lost its goddamn mind.

So I replaced the stolen tools, nobody terrorized me at work today, I got to wear my galoshes and the sunset was positively Pre-Raphaelite.

It's got a good beat and you can dance to it. I give it a six.

So I replaced the stolen tools, nobody terrorized me at work today, I got to wear my galoshes and the sunset was positively Pre-Raphaelite.

It's got a good beat and you can dance to it. I give it a six.

So I replaced the stolen tools, nobody terrorized me at work today, I got to wear my galoshes and the sunset was positively Pre-Raphaelite.

It's got a good beat and you can dance to it. I give it a six.

I've been listening to a lot of Soul and R&B lately. I have also been doing a lot of work on my house.

This, evidently, resulted in a very peculiar dream in which I hired Rufus Thomas to build my cabinets.

He was difficult to work with and didn't do a very good job.

I wuz robbed.

No, really thats not a metaphor. Fuckers got my mitre saw and compressor. Strangely I'm less angry than I would have thought.

In other news, it actually rained. Real rain. Not sweep the scum off the streets rain, but it was pleasant nonetheless. Stupid me, I forgot to break out the galoshes.