i've been involved in readings before, but nothing like this. this could be serious.

and i'm sitting here trying to think of ways to screw with it.

i really want to find someone to sing for me. andy would, if he was coming, but i dont know if he's coming.

dammit.

and i'm going to wear the "cowboy butts drive me nutts" tshirt, too.

because of the girl and because i am a sap because she is really amused by that whole idea, and to just tell her about it would ease something in me, you follow?

yes, you do, because i have no time to explain.

im late, like that crazy rabbit.

and YO MAMA!

ha.

woo.

nervous, can you tell?

i woke up sad today. i turned my alarm clock off and i thought "what have we gone and done? it makes me sad."

i was thinking to the girl.

just got off work.

at work these two girls were at the counter, one of them saw the star tattoo, said "that's the kind of star i want on my chest!" to the other girl.

and instead of making some sick and twisted comment ("i, uh, can put it there for free. if you want." for example) i just stood there still, and they started laughing, first girl apologized, i said "nah, that's quite alright."

and they laughed.

oh i am an amusing one.

ha.

three hours. three hours. three hours.

i have only a vague idea what i'm going to do, and that vague idea RIPS TO TINY TINY LITTLE SHREDS THAT HAMSTERS MAKE BEDS OUT OF AND THEN BEGIN TO SMELL BECAUSE HAMSTERS LIVE IN THE TINY TINY LITTLE SHREDS if andy or no one else sings.

overreacted there a bit didnt i?

heh.

alright. woo.

im going to go eat and relax and talk to people.