friedbanana

Goddamnit. It is still hot. Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, and hot. I am not a happy camper in the meteorological sense,

I did join a great band today. Pidgeon is the name. San Francisco is the town. They've already got a record deal and gigs so at least the hard part is out of the way. They are some talented kids too.

So what else? I'm reading some Vonnegut, listening to some le tigre, and drinking some lemonade this eve. I've been wishing for some sex tonight but so far none has magically appeared in front of me. I feel like humpin' in front of a cool breeze throwing fan.

Here's more curveballs. Answer 'em any way you want...
1. Childhood hero?
2. Would you rather punch a clown or a mime?
3. What should I eat for lunch on July 30th?

Chow (ciao) kiddos!