I've kept the Saosin song "Bury your head" on constant repeat in my car for the last week. I can't seem to break the cycle of listening to it, but today might be the day. I'm going with Dr Dooom aka Kool Keith. My roommate's room oddly enough smells like shit. He's leaving for 6 months so I get the house to myself. No more listening to him sing about hungry howies when he wants pizza. He has down syndrome I think, and he thinks he has aids, he's got problems. Gotta pay those bills. 