sometimes you sit in front of your computer to do your daily routine of checking online comics and inanely browsing myspace profiles, but the machine just won't have it. it puts its dukes up, wipes its nose, and goes, "you wanna dance, fucker??" but then instead of dancing it just sort of dies, and i have to force-restart it.

hung out with the illustrious charles of game stop managing fame tonight. ate a crapload of food at the japanese market, squealed over all the incredibles merchandise in the disney store, bought a little boy's extra small incredibles t-shirt, got coffee, went to barnes and noble, looked at books of flowers that are supposed to suggest female genitalia, and listened to xm radio all inbetween. very very nice and enjoyable evening, which i still deserve after that god damn color wheel. in fact, i shouldn't have to do a bit of work for the rest of my life. jesus. those sweet pork bun things were damn tasty and i wish i had some now.

we saw something called "bbc tanning" and i wondered if that meant "british tan", which would probably mean that, instead of making you actually tan, it would make you paler. or potentially british. i could go with either or both, honestly.

i'm hungry again!! arrrghhh!! if i had homework i forgot what it was and i'm not going to do it anyway. i'm gonna sleep instead.

the bars are temples but the pearls ain't free...