aybe later i'll listen to the sugar hill gang version.  what a song.  this is rap, fellas.  this is rap. 

anyway. 

what a weekend.  yesterday, basically did nothing.  got some chinese, first i'd eaten it in like two weeks, and then after that, went over to michelle's. she was still sick, so i brought over a couple movies and we watched those.  rushmore and slacker, in case you were wondering. 

you probably weren't. 

i tried to coax fear and loathing in las vegas on her, but she wouldn't bite.  oh well. 

oh yeah, i found that dvd for ten bucks at cash converters.  bling bling. 

i'd also be reading the book right about now, if our library wasn't afraid of getting books from people related to the psychedelic era.  no burroughs, no koureac, no thompson, no ginsberg. 

bah2gslibrary. 

other than that, worked tonight.  with kim. 

yay. 

it wasn't too bad all around.  sort of busy for a super bowl night, as last year was really slow, but other than that, pretty cool.  just chilled with sheetz, ate some mashed potatoes.  the usual. 

my dog breathes really loud. 

haven't heard too much about marisa yet, pertaining to a funeral and whatnot.  i'm not too crazy about the things, but i think i'm going to go.  i just feel like it's the right thing to do.  as a pacifist, i view the loss of every life (beast or human) as a tragedy - which it is. 

so, yeah.  i'll be there. 

talked to an old friend yesterday.  and, really, i can't say how relieving it is to know that there's someone out there who can sort of take a shot at realizing where i'm coming from, someone to relate to in regards to my spiritual, emotional, state, someone who has the same feelings about her existence.  we talked for a little while, and it was reassuring to hear, "yes, i know what you're saying - i know because i'm experiencing these same things, and i am here to talk about what you think about them and what i think about them." 

i know she meant it, too.  and i hope she gets better. 

i hope i get better, too. 

lou tells me the patriots won.  good. i haven't really paid attention to any sports in around three years, but i don't like the rams, i know that. 

going out with jason for chinese tomorrow night.  as he said, "got a lot of catching up to do."  he's right.  haven't spoken to the kid in what seems like a lifetime.  should be cool. 

oh boy, a date with jason!  what to wear, what to wear, what to wear!? 

right.

ahoy, it's getting late, but i'm still awake.  i've been writing this for almost forty minutes now.  i take too long with these things anymore.

before i go:

getting over you
is the hardest thing i have
never wished to do.

yeah, i miss her.  still.  sue me.

AIGHT, HOES, TIME TO BIGGITY BIZOUNCE TO MY BIZED FOR SLEEP, YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

word.

-t

ps.  BlakoutSun (10:41:39 PM): i think i have prostate cancer

sweet dreams.