Friday, August 13, 2004
I'm Down On The Water
The skin on my knuckles is ripped, giving me something to chew on while I think of something to write:
CD of the Week: The Sound of White Noise
Film of the Week: Hang 'Em High
CFTP: page 50
For those bent on a little more electric commentary, click away. And if you leave a comment, you're sure to receive some thoughtful, spirited feedback from Danny and the boys.
"Pull the scabs off of regrets, we haven't learned to eat our conscience yet."
Last night we went to the State Fair and saw horses running around, pulling carts; aisles and aisles of gigantic, fat rabbits; gobbling turkeys; squawking mop vendors; and this pre-teen puke out hot dogs on a stage. We drank vanilla-cherry milk and made nasty comments about Natalie.
CD of the Week: The Sound of White Noise
Film of the Week: Hang 'Em High
CFTP: page 50
For those bent on a little more electric commentary, click away. And if you leave a comment, you're sure to receive some thoughtful, spirited feedback from Danny and the boys.
"Pull the scabs off of regrets, we haven't learned to eat our conscience yet."
Last night we went to the State Fair and saw horses running around, pulling carts; aisles and aisles of gigantic, fat rabbits; gobbling turkeys; squawking mop vendors; and this pre-teen puke out hot dogs on a stage. We drank vanilla-cherry milk and made nasty comments about Natalie.
