febo

alright, that contact thing at the top hardly constitutes a journal entry. so here ya go random readers:

berlin in 11 days. starting to get freaked out about flying in a big metal hot dog for ten hours. luckily one of the kitchen dudes where i work (a total freak) gave me something called buspar. anyone know what the hell this is? he told me it was a 'mood enhancer'. as long as it works....

im also noticing on the news that we are bombing iraq. great. maybe this vacation aforementioned will not happen. if not, i'll be ready to bomb something.

i have also just learned that no longer are my delivery options for food in this city limited to the chinese or pizza varieties. this is good to know because i am sometimes lazy and this is one of those times.

going out later to see a friend's band open for some swedish band called goldenboy. im sure beer will be had and i hear that the show should smoke. this is pleasing too.

alright telephone, be the tool in which food will be made, brung, paid for and tipped on. NOW!

np:the monkeywrench 'electric children'.

hey, i love making fun of people from across the room as i make up ridiculous stories about them too! except i usually do it alone, cuz everyone else is too busy simply mocking people.

going to berlin, huh? sounds exciting. i wouldn't worry too much about the whole bombing thing; i flew back to the u.s. from sweden the day we started bombing afghanistan.