hello

had a good day?

i'm going grocery shopping.

soymilk
butter
tortillas
tofu
onions
tomatoes
fake sausage
pasta
pesto
sundried tomatoes
monterey jack
juices
peppers
sesame oil
tabasco
eggs
cheddar (sliced)
fake deli meats
avocado
peanut butter
jelly
lettuce
candied pecans
mushrooms
tamari soy sauce
chilis
cilantro
bread
salmon from norway
key lime pie
yogurt (vanilla and original flavors)

the lightsaber song

darth vader
luke skywalker
this'll be a fight to the death
i hope so, cos i'm in for some major ass whupping

DUN DUN DUN!


DUN DUN DUN!

this is the song about the lightsabers
luke's blue one is deaaaaaaaaad
yeaaaaaaaah, give it up for
THE BLUE LIGHTSABER BIATCH!

the red one
with two sides to it biatch
that was one nice one bitch
yeah shut the fuck up janeen

DARTH MAUL
QUI GON JINN
hey darth, eat obiwankenobi
BITCH

cut off the hand
cut off the arm
cut off the legs
cut off the head

star wars is fucking brutal
see sam jackson bite the dust
DUN DUN DUN
ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST BITCH

yeah

dun dun dun

word to your mother
bitch
shut the fuck up
yeaah

maybe i actually want to write stupid bad songs

:shakes hair:
:swish:

ok get in the mood

:sways to some beat:

i was dancing to the unknown beat
a beat that came from a faraway world
was it the march of the doomsday squads
coming out from a supermassive black hole

du du du, dee dee dee

i was swaying to the alien beat
the aliens were all dancing with me
they were like "yeah man, let's party up,
"you don't get this every five lightyears"

du du du, dee dee dee

the computer's telling me
that i've got to follow the alien ships
there aren't that many alien worlds
but they can show me that much more

so i turn it on, turn it on
turn the ignition
tell my friends let's go party it up
with the alien doomsday squad

and we go down down down
the center of a supermassive black hole
yeah i stole the name from muse
and a discovery channel special

oooh du du du

du du du

dee dee dee

come on dance to the alien death march
it's not like any human military march
we're talking the march of the alien beat
the alien beat, the alien beat, the alien beat

hit the mark

i hit the mark
but i missed the point
leave a message
we'll talk about it later
we can miss the points together
as long as we can hit the mark
what's the point of this song?
i think i missed the point

oh no no no
oooh

i'm grinning at the thought
but you're nodding downward
you're leaving me
i'm going to cry cry cry
you'll laugh laugh laugh
isn't that what love's about
laughing at the other person
and getting off on their misery

i missed the point
i missed the mark
i missed the gaping spoilers
i missed everything
and now i'm doomed
doomed doomed doomed
doomed to this
doomed to nothing

what the fuck was i talking about?

i'm bored.

there's a gap inbetween
over my dead body
i like to think in circles
and imagine new ways out
out out and about
out out and this way in
com'on in it's nice isnide
like the waves as they come on in
lacking the lustre of yesterdays limes
organic crisis
pesticides in the corn fields
what's real? what's fake?
the definition of real
fake doesn't exist
because it's not real
fake is the new real
scifi is our future, our present, our past
all the things we ever dreamed of have come to us
and come they will
another pointless post with random thoughts
that might become something better
but it is not

no no no no no
yes eys yes eyaha yeayyea yeaheyah

what?

i'm bored
i'm trying to make a song for you
but the song's not coming out right
maybe i should bullshit my way for you
and see if i hit the mark
i hit the mark and i missed the point

part of me just wants to write

just to fill that hole between the pictures and the post title. things like that make me feel so bad! i don't know why, maybe i'm just taking the piss and don't realize it.

anyway, i just want to write. i want to be able to convey everything in a few paragraphs so that when i go to sleep, none of this will bother me. i just want to get it all out.

so i've been feeling for a certain someone despite the absolute hopelessness about it. it's easier to say that you should just look for happiness and not for someone to make you happy, but i've always had a problem with separating myself from the idea that it could work.

i mean obviously it didn't.

i don't feel like writing anymore. just listening, crying, whatever.

that's what happens when i tell it to my blog. :(

i'm thinking and doing and still nothing happens

i'm looking for a job. among other things. there's so much sense i need to make of things. and i still want to lose myself in the trivial. i applied at south coast plaza, other places, mother's market, just so i can start making money so i can support whatever i need to support. no one's happy here.

i need to find myself somewhere else. one of these days. i'm talking with people about music. it's very important to me that i continue doing music. i can't just forget. i can't let my work life be all encompassing (but then again i can't decide before i even have it).

well, i enjoyed my unpaid occupation as a photographer. i hope to continue something like that, something creative. at least for the now, mothers is one of the few places that actually doesn't make you wear pants instead of jeans...

which might look better for me, anyway. i'm not a pant person.

bonnaroo