Some blue print, some creed of the devil

For some strange reason I have uncannily perky nipples today.

Got a laundry list of things to do today still.

Had a dream last night that was really weird, my friends were throwing knives at me (ahhhh!). And of course The Daleks were behind it all, brain-washing my friends so I'd stop smoking. They brainwashed my friends 'cause they can't go up steps. Proof that TV doesn't have to look at all realistic to horrify a kid well into his or her life.

Note: I've been smoke free for about three weeks and two days now. This time without the "well, it's ok if I'm drunk to smoke" clause because I don't do that anymore either. At least, not to the same liver cirrhosifying extent.

I need some new shirts. Just a few. I'll wait until spring so I can get some short-sleeved goodness. I wish Eddiebauer didn't look like the wardrobe from Grease(!) anymore. I am not down with the Perry Como sweaters.

Mutations is still Beck's best album. So much fun.

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The CVS tree for Mozilla 1.0 closed today.

"Several airliners were hit by airborne pigs today, and ACME sweaters reports their largest order ever has come in from Hell."

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JESUS MOTHERFUCKING CHRIST ON WHEELS. ARRRRRGH

Plaid played The Raven in MOTHERFUCKING >>HAMILTON<< last Sunday and the retarded fuckin' Warpbot mailing list sends me this information TODAY.

I'm gonna cry. That is sooo disappointing. It's like once in a blue moon Warp artists reach Toronto let alone my hometown of Hamilton.

Put a nickle in the make-out machine

I'm gonna put this in my journal just 'cause it's related to something happening in my life right now. So, you know it's said that smoking can reduce sex drive.

Well, it's really really true. I feel like I'm fourteen again in geometry class. Trying desperately to focus on the protractor while my dick makes 90-degree angles in my pants.

I'm just generally more mellow lately, I wrote four paragraphs as to why. But it can be summed up as such: I'm content with what I'm doing and where I'm going. So I guess the reduced stress, both physical and psychological, is charging my mind and libido.

This is good.