hence london only seeming safer.

it's a trust thing. i work on the assumption that everyone in the world is completely incompetent and untrustworthy.

my dad will hopefully be driving my car down to me on sunday. i will then be driving him back to idyllic missouri, staying there for a couple of days, then driving back to da 'sip to go back to work at sucks-a-million.

check out the kicks. yup, i'm so horribly original. and yet i don't care.

did i inform you that i had a name for it?

it's called "truncated normalcy".

and maybe i shouldn't fixate on some things.

it seems like everything lately (ever?) is very mercurial. up and down like a kangaroo on a pogo stick.

i can fry the fuck out of some rice.

housing situation again gets fuzzy. so fucking annoying. and disquieting.

something about something makes me want to something all the damn something.

splangy.

blisters on my toes.

phone lack annoys. especially when i walk a mile to get an answering machine

i want alcohol. and other chemicals. and a party-esque atmosphere (that would include many interesting, attractive, and available women between the ages of 19 and 24).

"i'm about to act a fool up in here, up in here!"

i ask one thing: where's the wackiness?