I've been thinking: should I just not do one of my assignments?
No. I should do it. But I'm so strange when it comes to calling upon the public for information. I mean, shouldn't I just eat olives and write poetry on the beach? Shouldn't I be stealing cars to afford a meth habit?
Moving on . . .
Show is tomorrow! S-L and some other fuckers are playing. It's a gonna be a fun meatball! I mean show. I think we're ready. Glad our first show is on a Tuesday and not a Friday where there are many people expecting polished, non-human sounds coming from speakers they've NEVER EVEN LOOKED AT.
Art vs Job
Art vs Art would be a lot better.
I'm thinking of growing a beard. But I'll probably let it grow for about a week then I'll say, "What was I thinking? This isn't me! This is that funny clown man who stands on the corner saying cute things to little boys."
It's Quote Time
"I've never heard of such a brutal and shocking injustice that I cared so little about."
"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate."
"Why'd you open your bong hole you smelly hippy? You'd sacrifice a beautiful woman to save a moderately attractive monkey?"
If my vote counts ... I'm a huge fan of the stubble. It makes you look manly and vulnerable at the same time.
Posted by: Joy at March 23, 2004 12:47 PM