phase...er...6/7/8

gotten to that point where i'm not worrying anymore so i'm fuckin' around. watched 'thicker than water' (jack johnson's surf vid) twice...the second time with commentary. seeing as i'm going to be surfing in a week and a half in socal and surfing back home a week after that...surfing's been stealing my thoughts over sex every 90 seconds or whatever that stat is. or maybe they're just staggered now....at

thought(0seconds) = sex;
thought(45) = surf;
thought(90) = sex;
thought(135) = surf;
thought(180) = sex;
thought(225) = surf;
thought(270) = sex;
thought(315) = surf;
thought(360) = sex;

thought (361) = PACKING!!!!! shit;


it's a lot harder to pack shit up when you're shipping off to an island chain 5000 miles away. man..the past three moves were like...stuff in box, stuff in box, stuff in box, duct tape. stuff in box, stuff in box, stuff in box, duct tape. now i gotta be all methodical and figure out how much this is going to cost...(over $200) so i've already trashed three garbage bags worth of shit....so painful :(


on the other hand i finally have time to listen to this Static-X promo cd i got from my sis. they're pretty hot :) happily angry, good for packing motivation.

or....headbanging with a mohawk.



*bang bang bang bang*