
Noooo, Nelly's got boobs.
And apparently brews his own beer.
Fucking hell. My back hurts, my tummy hurts, and my damn knees are aching because of the weather change. I ended up "napping" for about 5 hours.
I am so smrt. S-M-R-T.
Sometimes I forget where I am. I'll be at work, typing away and listening to music. And I'll think, "Hey, I should go to Amoeba tonight" or, "Hey, I should go to the Japanese market". But then I realize, I don't live in L.A. anymore. And then I am sad, for a few minutes anyway.
I went out into the garage to get a frosty beverage and there was a wolf spider in the middle of the walkway. It was stalking a small cricket. Rather than disturb it, and as I didn't want to kill it OR GET ANYWHERE NEAR IT, I went back inside. Water will be juuuust fine thanks.
I printed out that Peter Freundlich article ("Bush Through The Looking Glass") and put it on the fridge. My Mother wrote all over it, "debating" the article. So I wrote responses to her comments.
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Nearly every marquee in this town is being used to blather on about "supporting our troops" or "the only way to stop terrorism is to SUPPORT OUR TROOPS" (what kind of reasoning is that?). It's really starting to get to me. I think, one night...they might need to be rearranged.
Any creative drive I had, has been obliterated by my previous sojourn into Sleepytime Nappyland. P'raps I'll watch a movie instead.