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.