and other things...
OH. i never told anyone but my mom because...well, because no one else would really give a shit. but i was walking out of the capitol building to go home and i see this lady on her mobile in front of the doors (i leave out of the VIP parking lot entrance). she's wearing uggs and jeans and an oversized sweater. she looks up as i walk out and what do you know...it was nancy sinatra. i'm assuming that since her dad's catalog is on our label that maybe she is too?
i am listening to what sounds like a back alley paris (pareeee) coffee shop 60s era chuck shultz le pant le sigh le pepe le pew blues and blacks version of anarchy [in the uk?] by the sex pistols. and it's all in french. how charming that was. actually turns out that they are playing all sex pistols covers right now. i love it. i love the covers better than the actual songs.
there's a song i have to send to jon that i found on a compilation cd that my dad left at my apartment. he may not like it but i have got to share it with him. something about its sound is so haunting and creepy to me and instills in me a sense of impending danger akin to a paper cut. okay maybe a tiny bit more than a paper cut but not quite anything as bad as anything REALLY bad. i'd send it to ryan but there is no doubt in my mind he'll hate it. so i'll save him the room on his hard drive and the trouble of saying 'um'.
and we'll end on le boots.
ooh we'll actually end on this instead:
ONE WEEK!!!!!111111111
4 hours
and 42 minutes.
(til he gets here and we are sto-oked)
