"The scent of you is bliss..."

My stereo! I forgot it was even there. I found my Distillers CD. I'm playing it right now. In my stereo. That is buried under cheesey trophies and boxes of contact lenses.

"Hold onto the memory, yeah it's all you got.."

This song pwns everything else that ever existed.

Augh fuck. Remote needs new batteries.

God. Brody Dalle is officially is the sexiest human alive. Sexier than Maynard.

I need more CD's. I have like three Nirvana CD's and everything else is either autographed or crap, or both.

I need the car, right fucking now. The battery's dead and it leaks. My dad's supposed to fix it before he gives it to me, like that will ever happen in my life. Shit.

"Ooowaoo, the cooooral fang.."




Off to Minsky's!