Sitting in the Del Taco drive thru listening to No Age’s “Nouns”. Very noisy. Some nice touches on track 3. Vocalist comfortably annoying.

Downloaded, iTuned, playlisted by year, all of The Magnetic Fields is mine. Now to just get around to listening to it…

I’m totally over hanging out. Books, movies, video games, television, fried foods, masturbation. These things will be my new friends.

Cops are here. Managed to stealthily move the front yard keg to the back yard before the cops walked up. Was slick.

I really wish I knew someone with a car I could call in emergencies. Not that this is an emergency but I’d rather be doing anything else.

Oh God, I’m really trapped here. Does anyone wanna pick me up in LA off the 105? I think it’s the 105…

“I almost puked, but I didn’t.” “Why not?” “I don’t want to puke beer, I’m using it right now.”

Aside from the samplest (samplist?) of this band, I am the only white person here. My hair is so, so blonde.

Chick singer: “On this next song I wanna see a fucking circle out here! ARE YOU GUYS HAVING A GOOD FUCKING TIME?” *silence* “Oh..”

Man, every now and then when the lighting changes, my vision does that whole Moire-wipe/twist thing CRTs do. Really weird.

“What are you videotaping? My cock?” “just goes to show, Brad just cares about what he’s doing now and his cock.”

South Central. Heh. I’m sooo fucking white it’s not even funny.

I get to Robert’s and Matt goes, “Brad, you look like one of the kids from Columnbine, like you’d slaughter all of us.” Great beginnings.

After four years of serving ads, I finally hit $100 in Google ad revenue. And they said a personal journal would never make me any money…

Mid-afternoon dodge-the-heat nap time.

Going to go a little crazy here and say: why, after Separation Sunday, have The Hold Steady insisted on making bland samey sounding dreck?

The 30 second sample of “100,000 Fireflies” by The Magnetic Fields on iTunes made me get all sad-faced. Going to have to download that…

Random early morning attack of the lonelies. Laundry today! Woo woo! Gotta call Andrew and Robert, see if they wanna head over, see GRID.

So this guy puked on himself in my car. Was awesome. It was like big chunks of chicken. Then I made a stripper wipe it off my door.

It’s, like, three in the morning. “You’re a life saver, Brad! You don’t even know, we were freaking out, you didn’t know?” “I wasn’t here?”

WALL-E was the best movie I’ve seen since ThrWllBBld. It stayed with me. I think about it and my insides flutter. So good. Goodnight, night.

Playing Silverchair to end the evening of middle school music. “I love the way you love but I hate the way I’m supposed to love you back.”

Wow. AIM on my phone has been idle for 122 hours. I really don’t talk to internets people anymore, I guess. I don’t use AIM anywhere else.

I’ll say I’ve been happier than I’ve been sad but when I’m sad it hits me hard, randomly, in the moments where my head clears, then fades.

Eating Taco Bell, sitting in my car listening to The Dodos. “I go back to when it all began, and I was yours and you were mine…”