H07 5347 C4N'7 517 D0WN!!
H07 5347 C4N'7 517 D0WN!!

futureworld makes me want to go for a drive in the night.� thank god for the people that invented electricity, the light bulb, neon, and internal combustion.� thank god for thomas otto georges benjamin edison.� trans am need to kick my door down on xmas eve and play an impromptu concert in my room.� somebody please make some phone calls and make it happen.

going back to school is pretty neat.� where else can one take secret classes in redundancy and learn to say profound academic-sounding things like, "hmm!� it's more like a conceptual idea..."?� ugh!� now i have to be a semi-responsible semi-adult and go to class and spend lots of time around hot young college girls.� i am so abused.� here are a bunch of diaries of people who go to my school.� i don't know any of them personally... they must be in the student newspaper clique, while i am with the radio clique.� but one of them has the same first and middle names as someone i used to go to community college with, and who went on to be a morphine-addled cripple whose life revolved around the delusion of being fast friends with K records musicians who for the most part didn't really know her too well at all.� this world is very small and very funny.� basically, this world is emmanuel lewis.

next week's game plan: let's round up all the music journalists that overuse the word "infectious," herd them into a camp, and punish them for their sloth!!� we could even work a kinky S&M angle into the scenario, too.� come on, who wants to help out on this project?!