monsvalentine

eternal life is now on my trail. got my red glitter coffin, man. just need one last nail.

get to see my niece this afternoon. this girl is just too amazing for words. i have pictures of her in my pics folders.

found this interesting. so, you get hungry. you're at home. and you want to order in, right? well then... why? why only two choices? pizza or chinese. chinese or pizza. is this a mafia thing? seriously. am i missing something? youre telling me i can get moo goo gai pan with egg drop soup to my door in twenty minutes... but no fried chicken or bbq or catfish plates? no. hell no. its pizza or chinese. and thats it. damn it. and that's just crooked. i mean, don't get me wrong. i love my chinese and pizza. but sometimes daddy needs his chicken fried steak, too. you know? until somebody tells me different... im guessing its the mafia.

i think i may go see tristan prettyman at the gypsy tea room tonight. she's a singer.songwriter.surfer from san diego. she's in with the likes of g love and jack johnson. we'll see.

i'm fucking loving this new fiery furnaces cd. blueberry boat.

blueberry is kinda fun to say. blueberry. blueberry. blueberry. blueberry.

ya'll have a good day. we workin' now. and the pain. it's only temporary.

live fat. be skinny.

blueberry.