February 25th, 2004

Plain old Zod...

Mmmmm. Tentacles.

I miss having people that I can call up and have lunch with. Breadsticks from Fazoli's will have to fill that hole for now. MMM, FILL MY HOLE WITH BREADSTICK LOVE!!!

Really, it's that sort of a day. Earlier I was working on escape plans, but by time I got them far enough along to be useful, it was too late in the day to make them useful. Only 1 1/2 more hours to go. I can feel my soul being sucked out of me as time slowly creeps by.

Today's horror scopage says that I should attempt to repair rifts in communication. I say that it needs to say that I'm going to find a winning lottery ticket or meet a beautiful woman that makes me want to stay in for a week rather than leave her side. It's a sham, regardless. My destiny is rarely predictable.
  • Current Music
    Art Official Intelligence - Kick It/Hang High/Whoremonger
zissou

One little man who cared if she cried...

There are certain songs that remind me of people. Songs that have burned their way into my skull through nearly a decade of hearing them that at some point I began to associate with particular people. I can't hear Local H's "Bound For The Floor" without thinking of Jake, Jason, and Ryan because that song played on the radio EVERY time we were in a car together. NIN's "Closer", Korn's "No Place To Hide", and anything from Jewel's Pieces Of You or Blues Traveler's Four remind me of that summer that I spent with Jay and the cable access gang. It's a phenomenon I'd like to research one day.
  • Current Music
    Collective Soul - Burning Bridges