Thursday, Jan. 03, 2002
Dying for the Tribe


at work we there is no music to listen to, unless someone puts me on hold, and then it is hold music. when i come home i want to watch movies, and talk to my friends, or go to their houses, or go to a movie, or go to a bar. all of this means that i am not listening to music. all of this means that music is going and going and i am not stopping to hear it. all of this means that music is being played and i am not hearing it.

you're not ashamed of wearing your pink tank top and your cut off jean shorts. you're not afraid of appearing to be crude and not dignified, and you are not afraid of failure, because if everything succeeds the bar is set to high.

break down....it's understandable...that must be traumatic. the body hitting the windshield and all. just understand dear that it will all be fine, and your life will still be nice, you will just have to go to court, and pay her medical bills.

Turntables and Table Manners.

It should be mentioned that the two annoyances of ol' uncleboatshoes for the moment are: snow tires (it never snows here and I know not all of you people go to the mountains, you just like the sound it makes as they crush and crack our nice streets), and New Year's Resolutions (America at it most annoying. Believing that all will be washed away with just one second of time. Plus, we all have to say them just to say them, and so much of the time there is no actual intention and true desire to accomplish these resolutions. If we were stronger people we would call them word like goals. Well...resolutions is pretty strong. I mean if you are resolved to do something you feel very strongly about it, and we go back on these resolutions?? What kind of people are we?)

Ritalin and Rice Candy
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