2003-09-12 | IT'S A SHAME ABOUT J.

This week was weird.

Warren Zevon died. And September 11th is still September 11th.

And now September 12th will be the day that Johnny Cash painted heaven black. I don't know if that's true. I just thought it sounded like something profound to say. All I know is we lost one of the all time greats.

If you're a fan of the Lemonheads, you also know that September 12th is the day that Evan Dando met a guy called Frank Mills. (right here in front of the Waverly, but unfortunately, he lost his address.)

Have you ever noticed that people try to make you feel bad if doing nothing makes you happy? Like if you like to go home and just play on the computer and listen to music, or you just wanna go home and watch the Match Game, people act like you have a problem, but personally I just think they're jealous because they are constantly searching for things to do that will make them happy, but all they end up doing is going to some lame dive bar every night and getting drunk and feeling worse about themselves. I don't feel bad about being a music/tv-holic, because I spend most of my money on CD's or DVD's, and they give me memories that last forever, and I don't spend, or should I say waste money on liquor that only gives you a temporary pay off, and sometimes doesn't even do that. It only gives you shitty memories that just make you want to go out and drink again. So put down the fucking bottle and go watch some Adult Swim, buttmunch.

I have a fantasy. No, not that kind of fantasy, you pervert! I just have this image of somebody not being able to get their homework done because they can't stop reading my diary. I'd be honored if you chose to do something like that instead of doing something like that. Or something. If you know what I mean. And what not. Etc. Uh huh.

Maybe the reason marriages end so early nowadays is because people always put "4 ever" as a closing on their love letters. Or when they write them on rocks or bathroom stalls. "Frankie N' Teresita 4-ever". Maybe the wall or peice of paper, or whatever thinks you mean 4 months, or 4 years, or 4 days, because you were too lazy to write out the 3 letters. F O R.

I LOVE STEPHANIE INFINITI-EVER

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