Apparently I am an evil genius. I fixed the comments, so go nuts mi amigos.

Ever feel like you have something to say, but you have no idea where this feeling comes from and you have no idea what you want to say? Yeah. Me neither.


Im tired and calling it an early night. Well I should call it a hella early night, considering most nights at this point im no where near my bed. Make whatever conclusions youd like about that statement. I had a burst of energy after church. Rather than waste it on the couch, I hooked up my VCR to the tv in the basement so now I can watch a movie whilst I run on the treadmill or weightlift. Once I find my RCA cables, the dvd player will be all set. Its still a little creepy in the basement due to the fact that both cave crickets and mice cohabitate. So the thought of doing yoga down there, laying on the ground and whatnot is pretty gross.

(side note: Chris, Brendan killed the most heniously hellacious cricket ever. Its in a cup in the laundry room cabinet, so Dad can take it to Jaeger Lumber in order to get the right Death juice. You have to hear him tell the story of its demise and how grossly large this beast was.)

All this talk of crickets and death has me all tuckered out. Hopefully tonights dream will be cooler than last nights dream where I was a bridesmaid in Richard Gere's Wedding. All I remember is yelling at the store clerk for getting the wrong size dress and apologizing to Mr. Gere and saying "my Uncle's friend lives in your building, don't hate me for this." I need a job so I can have cooler dreams than this. So if you are a movie executive, record executive or can offer me a job at a tv/radio station or movie/recording studio, I'm all yours.

Peace...

Current Music: Nine Days - If I Am (Acoustic) {this version kicks major ass. It has strings and is more balldesque than the radio rocker version}