Came home from aimless driving around to find something else to bug me...

My brother took my boxset DVD collection of The Critic w/ him to UCSB.
El Bastardo that one is.
And I was just talkin' 'bout that show today too.

Could've sworn a "hottie" was making a pass at me while I was taking a break from the aimless driving to grub today.
Walked out of the L&L Hawaiin BBQ in Mira Mesa and had myself wonderin'...
"Was she?"
"FUCK!!!"
"Cuz constantly looking over her shoulder and smiling at me is a positive sign to start conversation right?"
"FUCK!!!"
Damn mental chaos in my head right now.
Great food, and very filling portions there by the way.

At least I got hot chocolate as a consolation prize.
Closest thing to "comfort food" for me that cocoa is.

Voice hurts.
It's all ragged and sore from all the screaming/singing I've been doin' the past few days.
Hurrah for white people music!
Maybe it's just a keepsake from my brother.
The Goober strikes again.

Hey! I mentioned YOU in my post twice today. Aren't ya proud?
Stop biting me and giving my phrases to your friend.
Next thing you know you'll be taking my new voice message.
"Speak."

Yup.
That's it.
Simplicity's a great thing isn't it?

Christopher Walken wanted more cow bell to make great music.
I'd like more synthesizer.

The Random Quote:
"I'm eatable too. But that's called cannibalism and is frowned upon in most countries." - Willy Wonka(2005)