What makes three women in a car spontaneously go “UGH!” at the exact same time?
The first note of this song.
Trust me. Heard this here phenomenon with my own eyes.
Song 328. (Day 38)
Why are we like this? I don’t know. And I don’t care. ♥
When we all yell “Sax Solo!” together later, well that is just the icing on the cake.
This video is the reason I have upgraded one of the plans in the Frier Factory from having a dream of hosting the Mtv show “120 Minutes” to hosting an hour long internet video show where I can play anything I want. I’m gonna have to do it on the internet. No one would ever let me do something that weird on a real channel.
Months ago my friend Jason told me one night at the bar that he “checked in” everyday with me and another friend who’s political worldview he trusts. Like some kind of Nutso News Network.
I don’t know what to make of that. Except that I was flattered. By a dude telling me he looked at my Facebook profile like a Weatherman.
Humiliating right? That I would be flattered? By Facebook.
I guess beauty is where you find it indeed.
You may have noticed a numerical change. It is a countdown now for me too. I figured Jesus wouldn’t mind if I janked that whole 40 days thing. In fact he is supposed to love me no matter what I do, if I’m not mistaken. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s his whole thing. No matter what anyone says.
That’s what he said.
Besides 4 is my lucky number anyway.
I was born on the 4th Day of the 4th Month.
The year be damned.
“I shun father and mother and wife and brother when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope that it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Waldo never explained that was more of a cautionary tale than a mantra.