johnnyfive

i was rereading my last journal and realized it was peppered with mizspeeled werds. fuck. i hate me when me act like that. and i swear i wasn't drunk, nor am i now, but i will be...someday. someday soon the drink will take ***** and turn him into johnnyfive and he'll howl at the moon and gnash his teeth at the whisper of the wind in the bare tree limbs.
but i don't really believe in proofreading my sg journal because, *cough* well, it is just my sg journal. anyway, sorry if i came off like an dunce, but i've said it once and i'll say it again...i'm a malpropist to the nth degree. and sometimes i think ee cummings taught english in my high school, way back when i ate square pizza with soggy crusts with preformation marks zig-zagging on the slimey lunchfood underbelly. with choco moloko and a big cookie if i ate all my greens for five days in a row.
i bought the new air cd: talkie walkie and it's subtley great and the new cure box set that is the funnester thingy i've heard in many moons. i've also been digging on the postal service which is okay okay, and goldfrapp: black cherry...and that is the shiznizzle like doo doo feces.
so, happy thoughts, shall we???
my happy thoughts are snuggling in the cold with the t-bear camping under the covers. hot peanut butter. the way snow illuminates the world through the pitch of night. freckles. root beer, sasparilla soda, and ginger ale (which i like to refer to as "gingy").
what are your happy thoughts?