keith

Boring night, still haven't cleaned up the house, just kindof tip-toeing around all the beer cans. Eww.

Was interesting to come back in from outside and *smell* this place. Woo, smells like a Def Leppard tour bus circa 1987. Beer, cigarettes, pot, and stanky ass. Maybe that last one's just me though.

Don't you hate when people get a beer and then take one sip and leave it sitting full? Then you dump it out in your sink and then your kitchen smells all funky? I consider it an offering to the monster which I'm sure lives in the sink under all the dishes. Maybe if I get him drunk enough he might clean up some.

Jen's coming over in a bit so I guess I better catch a second wind and make some headway. We gon' watch Ghost World. Thora Birch in that movie.. damn! Steve Buscemi is a GOD.

In news of the random: doesn't 'tropical depression' sound like a medical condition? I think giving them names is kindof a nice touch, makes it sound like an old friend is coming to town. Of course, we don't have the ocean here, but I understand that if we did it would look something like a big watery type place. As long as it's in Texas, fuck 'em.