He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.

God, this song makes no freaking sense to me. Someone explain it please.

Man, they have free Einstein Bros. bagels and coffee and fruit in the break room. And the coffee is so good. It does not taste like chemical coffee, which is what we usually have.

I am picking Madison up from the airport today after work. I am so excited to see him. I cleaned a lot last night. Well, I sat around until like.. ten, then cleaned until 11:30. So now the apartment is mostly clean for him. As clean as it can be when you're in the process of packing.

I talked to my dad the other day for like forty minutes. It's the longest conversation we've had in a really long time. Probably years. Roger is doing okay, although he had quite a scare with something called peritonitis. Taken from Kelly's (his girlfriend) journal: "it's pretty common in peritoneal dialysis patients, and it looks as though they caught it early enough so it won't kill him." Thank god. If I still had free long distance, I'd call him more often. Maybe I'll make him some mix CDs to cheer him up.

I'm making friends at work, which is rare. I'm usually completely anti-social at work because I hate office drama and backstabbers. People are usually so bored when they work in offices that they have to do some good old fashioned rumor spreading and back stabbing. So I'm a little weary, but I like having friends here.

Tony, I have just realized that you left me a message a while back and I never called you back. I'm really sorry, I'm not trying to avoid you or blow you off. I've just had a lot on my mind lately. I promise we'll do something soon. I still need to cook you your birfday dinner. And no more excuses from me!

Man, I am in a good mood today.

Your speedometer doesn't have to work to pass inspection, right? I hope not.

Also, does anyone know of any free, downloadable picture editing programs for macs? I like Irfan View a lot, but it's not mac-compatible. And you can't RESIZE a fucking picture using preview or iPhoto for whatever fucking reason. It doesn't make any sense to me. Unless I'm just completely blind to the resize option. Which is doubtful.

So someone who needs a new Power Mac lives on "King Kamehameha Blvd" in Hawaii. I almost vomited. Not because of the king, of course. Here is a picture of the king scantily clad.

Also, I'm making an essential Beatles mix. Give me some essential Beatles songs. Strange ones. Not like, "Love Me Do" or "I Am the Walrus." I know those already, goddammit.

Reading about my life must be kind of boring. Okay, bye.

Edit: Shit, I just downloaded the only "Creep" cover I have, or will ever, like. Damien Rice. Do it.