(note: if you don’t get the title, click here, scroll to the 4th song, listen to it, then click here and buy my album, for fuck’s sake. thank you.) The weather here is schitzophrenic. It’s 76 in Chicago right now, almost midnight, according to the little weather bug on my computer. It was eightysomething today, ...

Some days I feel like I really don’t know anything. I feel as if don’t know how to communicate with humans on a fairly basic level, since several times in the last few months I have said something that I thought was fairly clear, and the person I have been talking to thinks I’m saying ...

“It’s like bed, bath, and WAY beyond…” – Eddy Ameen, on Ikea. So Conci and Marc moved out today, which created a minor problem in that they owned all of our living room furniture. After some pleading, cajoling, prodding, and explaining the long term benefits of buying me furniture now, I managed to convince my ...

So I decided to quit Blockbuster. I gave the manager my two weeks’ notice tonight. It’s not really a bad job. All you have to know how to do is work a cash register and alphabetize things. And be able to deal with extreme stupidity: me: I’m sorry, this coupon expired January 31st. girl: But ...

This has got to be one of the oddest stories I’ve read all year. Granted, it’s only April, but it’s still pretty goddamn strange. Thanks to Obscure Store for this one. Michael “Mucko” McDermott shot and killed seven of his co-workers just outside of Boston last year, and is getting ready to go on trial ...

Ok, now that I made the middle of the weblog white so people might actually be able to read it, it looks like a flag to me. Anybody know what flag this is? I’d look it up, but I’m feeling horribly lazy.

A commercial for The Scorpion King, the new movie starring professional wrestler The Rock came on while I was watching TV this afternoon. You know this is going to be a major feat of film with lines such as: THE ROCK: I’m here for the girl…and your HEAD! I’m smelling what The Rock is cooking. ...

Despite the fact that I only got 44% on the IM Addict Quiz, I am terribly addicted to Instant Messenger. Why, why, why do I spend so much time: 1. composing away messages? 2. reading other people’s away messages? I think #2 probably has a lot to do with #1 since I feel that if ...

Well, I guess this is my first post. I wish I could think of something more entertaining to put up here, but I’m too hungry.