Friday, Nov. 22, 2002 - 1:34 am
Now Playing: Built To Spill "Car"
"Want to see movies of my dreams..."
Continuation:
I spoke with my insurance lady today, and she arranged for me to have a rental car for a week until the check for my car shows up. So, I'm now the proud operator of a 2002 Silver Dodge Neon with cassette deck and A/C.
They're coming to take my car away to automobile heaven tomorrow. I'm going to miss that car. I've gotten a lot of action in that car. I was thinking about that today.
I spent a little bit of time cleaning the car out today. Reclaiming my CDs, and a bunch of random shit I've had in there for years. I wish I could take all of my stickers off and save them for another car, but that's not possible. So, farewell my little "White Lightening." It's been fun.
Andy made me this killer mix tape featuring A Trillion Barnacle Lapse, Richard Ashcroft, Page 99, Black Widows, Cursive, Hope Conspiracy, and a bunch of other stuff. It's the only tape I've been listening to in my rental car.
I think Jamie is going to help me make the screen so I can start silk screening my own Big Lizard Records shirts. Hopefully I'll get some made tomorrow.
Miah's girlfriend Maggy brought over her dog last night and I freaked out. I love dogs so much, and Maggy's dog was so cool. He was a rottweiler/lab mix, but his body looked like a rott/great dane mix. He was absolutely huge. She said he weighed at least 120, I figured closer to 130. That's almost as much as I weigh. This dog was so fucking cool, and after we hung out and bonded, he jumped up on the couch and sprawled out and layed with me until we both fell asleep.
I really miss my dog, Max.
I wish my condo was bigger so I could get a dog.
Syd would hate me if I did.
Beck and the Flaming Lips tomorrow. Actualy, it's 1:47, so...Beck and the Flaming Lips TODAY!!! Yesssss...
I saw one of the funniest SNL commercial parodies this evening. It was a parody of those investment firms like "Johnson & Blacksmith, Certified Investors" or something like that. Anyways, the whole commercial was pretty serious, and looked pretty convincing until they showed the website address of the company. Apparently, this particular company waited too long to get a website, and there was only one domain name left when they decided to finally do so. And the domain name was www.clownpenis.fart. Holy shit...I lost it when I saw this. Ahhh...how easily I'm amused by words like "penis" and "fart."
I went to the chiropractor today. It's the first time I've ever been. It was kind of cool...he cracked my back in places I didn't even know could be cracked. And overall, I feel better. The downside? I have to go back tomorrow for follow up. Who knows how long that will last.
Happy belated birthday Jon. "Emo Boy Turns 27 (Emo Boy Grows Up, part 1)." That's both a description of you, and the name of Carabba's new collection of musical farts that he calls an album.
He he he...farts.
WhenI went to the doctor on Tuesday, she prescribed me Somas. Somas are ok, but I prefer Loritab or Vicodin for my muscle relaxers. At least I can function on those...Somas make me pretty useless.
Come to think of it, I am pretty useless to begin with.
Comedy Central has been showing episodes of The Critic at 3:00am, and I couldn't be happier. That show is fucking hilarious.
I sent in my registration paperwork so I could have a Big Lizard Records bowling team this year in the Punk Rock Bowling Tournament. And I got an email back that same day...from Shawn Stern of Youth Brigade. Holy shit. How cool. We've since corresponded a few times, and he's a super cool guy. Incidentally, I have to wait until Nov 29 to find out if I get a team or not. They give returning teams first priority, and if they don't take up all the space in the tournament, then I'm in.
Oops...gotta go. Feels like that Soma is kicking in...
"I said it before and I'll bleed it again."
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