June 19

I try and take photos that don't make me look all weird and stare-y eyed, but it never seems to happen.  I'm not sad, I'm just a little retarded.  Don't cry for me, it's okay.
 
 
 
 

We watched Spinal Tap again this weekend, bringing my total viewing up to about 150.  It's a sickness.  Someone needs to take the DVD away from me because now I can watch it, the regular movie, and then watch it again, the regular movie, but with added commentary from the band.  God, it's funny.  Favorite movie ever.  Without a doubt.  I'm not sure that my mother found it as howling good as I always do, but again, what the hell does she know?

I don't have a lot to say today, I'm in a super happy mood.  It's lovely out.  If I wasn't such a loyal cog in the machine, I'd have called in sick and gone to the beach. Or the casino.  They're complementary places to go. Shut up, yes they are.

So, in honor of me having not a whit of anything to say, I'll leave you with this:
 

Well, I don't really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It's like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how - what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what's stopping it, and what's behind what's stopping it? So, what's the end, you know, is my question to you.
 
 

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Destiny, destiny protect me from the world
Destiny, hold my hand protect me from the world
Here we are with our running and confusion
And I don't see no confusion anywhere

Who got radiohead tickets?  aw, yeah....