sunset rubby

last night someone gave my girlfriend, camilla, some flowers, and she said, "that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard of." she's so mean and deadpan! i like her so much!

i wish i was less mean and deadpan, and maybe i am (for example, i regret that time i was very cold to a guy with a fake british accent who tried to compliment me), but i still admire her and i do still hope i look really bored sometimes when i'm on stage*.

i wish sommer and joe really had told her she looked like frankenstein that one time.

* to cover up for how nervous i really am.

pudu pudu

we realized how it should have happened

michel gondry should have directed inland empire and david lynch should have directed be kind rewind. only if he would keep that orange cat in, though.

after we found this out, we walked home from the bus stop and jacob told me about how the man who developed (founded? discovered?) transcendental meditation died. then we had to step over this man's stream of pee, and i think he MAY have turned around and incoherently screamed that he was sorry.