nite owl

Sometimes the lameness consumes me. Especially when I wake up in the middle of the night and rollover. My eyes quickly adjust to the green glow from my ceiling stars, guess they are used to it. I fell asleep listening to Radiohead, big fucking surprise. I look over at my cellie being it's usual quiet self. I wonder if it would recognize you if you called...

My energy has changed. Yeah, energy. I can't think of another word to describe it really. There was this nice balance/symbiosis for alittle bit. Realizing this has made me happy and sad, ya know.
It's frustrating b/c I know how wise I am, and to have something that seems right not be there...well, what can you do.
Something will happen...it has to.
I mean, I'm pretty fucking cool. Heh. I mean I have a blog and everything.

I'm just sayin though, how could you not think about me?

Well, off to the lameness.
Good nite.

Little Billy

I love my dad.

call me Jerry

I am obsessed with cereal. Really. And to be more specific, dry cereal. Never been a big milk fan, it freaks me out for some reason. So I just eat cereal from a mug. I love it. I could marry a mug of cereal...
I happily venture to the madhouse that is Trader Joe's just to get this stuff. When I walk in, the cereal aisle is right there. Yesssss. Puffins are my current favorite. The peanut butter ones are stupid good.
I like things simple and crunchy.

another habit

Dear Bloggy,
This is going to be a shame.

...meh.

ok computer

I never really got there
I just pretended that I had
Words are blunt instruments
Words are sawn off shotguns

Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out