||[Mar. 24th, 2003|04:25 pm]
ahhhh...posting. that's an idea. they say getting paid for doing nothing is sweet but eventually it's just boring. mehhh.
i can't get enough of the weather. so very nice. i hope it's nice this weekend. i'm rolling back to lancaster and feeling very relaxed just thinking about laying in the grass, seeing stars and wrapping my hands around a steering wheel...things i miss here. public transit can rock and can suck. i'm anticipating the wonder of spring/summer driving. there is abso-fucking-lutely nothing like cruising with the windows down and the music blaring.
i had one of those dreams last nite where i wake up crying. it was this old ache that i know even without remembering the details of the dream. i don't have to guess. it's strange that i can still feel the weight of it all. boo.
in other news, i scared the shit out of myself when i fell asleep and the food i was cooking started burning and set off the smoke detectors. note to self: NEVER EVER COOK WHEN I'M THAT TIRED. jesus, i'm dumb. won't be doing that again. now my apt smells all burney and my roomate will be not pleased. i wouldn't be if i were him...i have to air that shit out. i bought some incense so that should help do the trick. leave it to hotnights to pull off something that ridiculous.
looking forward to wednesday happy hour..and then some with my girls and the infamous booby man a.k.a. Eric. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO, it's booby man and his huge inflateable tits of glory. so unreal.
man, i want aim up in this piece. work=dumb. firewall=suck. i wish i knew how to fuck with the settings.
MACROCK IS GOING TO BE SO OFF THE CHAIN. i can't wait. maybe wolf toucher will be there in the flesh. i would shit my pants...well, maybe not but i would be real excited.