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Flush

I don’t usually post lyrics like Courtney does, but man, this one’s got me and maybe if I dump it I can listen to something else for a few minutes. This song completely kicks ass.

Interpol – Narc
Touch your thighs, I’m the lonely one
Remember that lass, because that was the right one
Oh, all your mysteries are moving in the sun
And show some love and respect
Wanna get some love and respect
Baby you can see that the gazing eye won’t lie
Don’t give up your lover tonight
Cause it’s just you, me and this fire, alright
Let’s tend to the engine tonight

Oh

She found a lonely sound
She keeps on waiting for time out there
Oh love, can you love me babe
Love, is this loving babe
Is time turning around

Feast your eyes, I’m the only one
Control me, console me
Cause that’s just how it should be done
Oh, all your history’s like fire from a busted gun
Now show some love and respect
Don’t wanna get a life of regret

But baby you can see that the gazing eye won’t lie
Don’t give up your lover tonight

She found a lonely sound
She keeps on waiting for time out there
Oh love, can you love me babe
Love, is this loving babe
Is time turning around

He slips into the bedroom
And you know he misses alright
Old names, we’ll make sweet
Will sustain us through the night
Inside my bedroom baby
Touch me, oh tonight
Promises, we’ll make some
Will reveal our sense of right

You should be in my space
You should be in my life
You should be in my space
You should be in my life
You could be in my space

Cheesy

Q: How many drunken party goers does it take to make a crock of rotel?
A: I don’t know. I blacked out before we finished.

BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHahahahha

Tongue Tied

It’s been such a completely crazy few weeks that I wouldn’t even know where to begin, and thus, I won’t.
Instead I will end.

Last night Jonathan and I went to see Muse at the Uptown Theater. They put on a hell of a show accented with all kinds of cool live light effects and wrapped the whole thing up with a complete instrument smash up the likes of which I’ve never seen. If a photog managed to get a shot of the bass guitar flying through the air at about 10 feet before smashing into the drum set I’d pay good money to hang it on my wall.

The night before that was Keaton’s birthday party which was at my place. The party was supposed to be poker themed but I think the real theme of the night was vomit; cause there was way more of that than poker going on. Surprisingly enough I managed to keep it all down but I did pass out rather early and missed a large part of the party. Mission accomplished though. Keaton has a nasty tendency to not drink at my parties so I cut him off at the pass with a large bottle of Jaeger which we quickly drained. We had a little help with that, but not a LOT of help. Courtney had a lot more to say about it.

Man, there is a lot more but I’m not gonna talk about it for now.

Ouch?

I think it’s possible that my body is running out of tolerance for this diet thing. It’s still working; I was 215.4 this morning, but I’ve noticed that my afternoons have begun to get somewhat uncomfortable. Not like the back seat of a VW Bug uncomfortable (golf clap) but like I get a headache and I start to shake and sweat and spew pea soup out of my throat.

Actually, maybe I am just possessed.

Possessed or not, I shall be like a man possessed tonight during the “The Faint” concert! Oh yes indeed. Tonight is the night and the rock will be palpable! Until “Bright Eyes” takes the stage that is. Then the rock will be long gone, and nowhere to be seen.

On top of that bit of awesome, tomorrow is the much anticipated release of “The Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy”! Excited would be one word to describe me. Terrified would be another. What if it sucks? What if they destroy it? What if, against all recomendations to the contrary , I am forced to panic?

Today I am just chock full of energy. Last night when I left work I did something new and different. I didn’t go drink! Quite a change of pace from the previous week! Instead I mowed the lawn, weeded the “garden” and went to bed. At like 7:30pm. I was completely beat for some reason. Woke up at 6:45am this morning and felt like, at the minimum, 1.7 million bucks. Still do, except for the pea soup issue.

Sleep?

Yea, there is no way I am getting to sleep tonight.

So I’ll write.

Hmm.. maybe not. I just yawned.

Okay, I’ll write tomorrow.

Shape?

217.0 this morning. That’s pretty awesome. I’m getting really close to my target!

Now if someone could just explain to me where the hell my right nipple thinks it’s going. “Hey!”, I say to it, “Get the fuck back here!”