Something light.
Because I don't need any more cheese to go w/ the past few posts.

An excerpt from A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers:

Oh I could be out, rollicking in the ripeness of my flesh and others', could be drinking things and eating things and rubbing mine against theirs, speculating about this person or that, waving, and indicating hello with a sudden upward jutting of my chin...
...and so eventually we'll go home together, her apartment, where she lives alone, in a wide, immaculate railroad type place, newly painted, decorated by her mother, then sleeping in her oversized, oversoft white bed, eating breakfast in her light-filled nook, then maybe to the beach for a few hours with the Sunday paper, than wandering home whenever, never-
Fuck. We don't even have a babysitter.
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It's a good read.
Random at times.
Kinda reminds me of my thought processes sometimes.
I recommend that you pick up a copy for yourself, or borrow it from me when I finish up the last few pages.

Musically, I recommend Micheal Tiernan.
Caught a live set of his Friday night.
Writing, arrangement, voice, all excellent in my opinion.
As soon as my paycheck clears, I'm probably gonna pick up his album.
You should also, you won't be disappointed.

Like I was when I had more people flake on me tonight.
One reason I didn't pick up a CD tonight was cuz I blew away all my cash at the bar.
Is it just me, or does live music never coincide with happy hour?

To the bottlenose whale swimming up the River Thames in London:
You can do it!

Damn Lakers.

The Random Quote:
"I'd hit on you, but I don't have enough alcohol in my system yet." - Anonymous