i'm sitting in fucking kinko's checking my email and printing off some documents that are not important for you to know.
my life seems funny good these days.
thats all.
meeting rad people, getting free mocha's, giving free bread..huh.
anyways,
this is all to say,
that,
once again,
in my life,
i'm without an internet connection.
it 'orrible.
its midnight.
i've just made a midnight run to kinko's.
my life is wierd indeed.

and some ongoing rage:
this new yougurt thats a mousse,
canned icing thats whipped
all it is,
is the corporations have figured out how to give you less product,
but marketed to make you think,
oh how grand
how marvelous and gourmet.
i had one of these yougurts at the insisting of a friend
and i stirred it with my spoon,
and it ended up being about 1/2 of what the air made it look to be.
and it was more expensive.

hung out with katie and kelly
we ate lunch at my amazing neighborhood mongolian grill
we played the game of,
name as many states in the united states as you could
we were so fucking confident it was ridiculous
bring it on we said
this crazy canuck managed to kick ass with 45
damn you new hamshire, west virginia, nevada, iowa and florida.
new hampshire and west virginia i never would have gotten.
west virginia?? come on. you can't have a virginia and a west virginia.
you can have an east virginia and a west virginia,
but one plain, and one that denotes geographics, is wrong wrong wrong.

ciggy, harry potter, and a mocha.
the perfect bed time combination.
well maybe not the mocha..yikes.

broken.basement.records.
doesn't sound too bad.

karm at the carrolls.