this just in

Today when I opened up my amazon.com homepage in order to look up a desk that would span my bathtub so I could write in the tub, I saw a ridiculous home page (I will scan images in later, promise). It prompted a lot of thought regarding my individuality, taste levels, cultural awareness, etc.

Don't worry. I'll explain.

I fixed my bike. My hands smell like bike grease but I am glad that I labored on the product myself. I do need to fix the breaks. Maybe I will learn how.

I am very surprised there is not a desk for writing over the bathtub. I may have to make one? Ask Bryan / Brian to make one? Hmm.

Alright. Shower, clean. Crazy keg party @ my house. Again, I mean. That's twice in three days.

What?

i like to strike out

My fingers have smelled delicious for the last few days. First like cloves and now like giradelli chocolate from our brownies that are baking in the oven.

But definitely, definitely, not like girls who like to tell stories on other girls that they pretend to like and then stab in the back. Those girls are NOT my type. I do not want to lick them. Now, the male go go dancers who are apparently going to be at dragball? yum.

What can I say, I'm a twenty first century fox with the world wrapped up in a box.
Show me the way to the next little girl....oh, don't ask why.

I love listening to albums because they both set a mood and make me have something to think about when my brain goes numb and I don't know what else makes a good thing to say.

I tell you.