sometimes, i wonder if i’m really existing and all that.
because, if somebody were to invent my own personal hell…this would be it. my life, as i know it right now, is my own personal hell.
i wonder if i’m just supposed to write a script about being in hell and become rich and famous.
i hope so.
i saw my first firefly ever last night. it was pretty cool. i wonder why they don’t “exist” in san diego.
i played tv tag for the first time in about 20 years. It’s, in my opinion, interesting to see a bunch of late 20 somethings, clutching beers in their hands and yelling out television shows. it’s HILARIOUS when you see a 28 year old guy with a goatee, crouch down and yell “MATLOCK!” while the other guy with a beer and a goatee crouches down and yells “MR. BELVEDERE!” [runner up sayings “PEARL JAM STORYTELLERS!” “CRACK STREET:LIFE IN THE GHETTO” or “THIS OLD HOME!!”]. It was good times, I say, good times. I tried to get away with “Godsmack” hoping nobody was paying attention, then somebody said “that’s not a show!!” dammit. I also tried to say Goldfinger, but alas people were paying attention.
i went to vacationland last night [aka maine] and had a campfire and took ridiculous “myspace” photos. maine is full of old people and bermuda shorts. dear god, how i dread getting old.
speaking of which, a certain someone is knocking on thirty. ahem. where did the rest of my 20s go?
ok, i’m going to sleep or masturbate or watch sex and the city or possibly do all three. now that’s what i call multitasking.
Minimal Effort 