Lock, Stock and Whatever..

Sometimes my jaw tenses up so much where I feel like, the only way to pry it open would be with metal pliers.
Sometimes I get the urge to just abandon my car in the middle of a heavy intersection because I just dont want to deal with it.
Sometimes I feel like telling that dude who is passing out those flyers on the street that its kind of pointless, and that he would be better off clucking like a chicken in red spandex if he really wanted to be taken seriously and get noticed.
Sometimes I have to listen to my mom repeat the same story a few times and act surprised each time.
Sometimes I laugh at things I dont find funny, just to test my limits.
Sometimes I wish I could do things differently.
Sometimes I get so overwhelmed by a feeling of happiness I could swear its the happiest moment of my life and that it could never be matched.
Sometimes Im completely EMO.
Sometimes I have Bloggerhea, Sometimes, I dont and Im sorry that lately ive been slacking if anyone has even noticed.

Sometimes I think we all need some marching band/chanting/beach boys esque tunes.
Click here to listen to PANDA BEAR- COMFY IN NAUTICA
Eventually I will learn how to stream it directly onto this page, until then put up with me please.. Tips, anyone??

GIMME, GIMME..

I promised myself that I wouldnt give britney any exposure due to every Blog Dick and Harry out there bashing her and her performance at the VMA's - BUT--after seeing this clip, I had to cave in.
Hi, is one flew over the cukoo's nest there? Why doesn't anyone ever cry like this over me? Wait nevermind, Im scared.



Call me crazy, but i think this person is a guy. I'll leave the rest up to you guys. Perez Hilton MIGHT want to hire some security, i'm just saying...

Ok, and....

I know quite a few people who speak in riddles. I never understand this kind of interaction. Why is it so hard for people to say what they mean? I speak english. I try to convey what im trying to say with sentences, not fragments. Someone I know very well used to speak to me in riddles. I used to go insane from it. Life is complicated enough as it is, why make it cryptic too? Life is not a game of CLUE, I am not Colonel Mustard, and I did not do it in the study with the rope. Ya get the drift? If one has something to say, why cant they just say it?? GOSH.