You look like coffee and you taste like beans.

Well, let's see--real post. Hm, yes--eh--yes, I think I can pull that off.

I'm still around. Four days since I last ripped some grammar, and the same minutes throughout each day seem to recycle and re-emit themselves back into my karma chain--whether I believe in karma or not, is totally off subject.

Yes, well, anyways it is already August and that only means that my journey towards Austin is again closer and closer. The apartment is set, and, yes, you are all invited.

I've had ideas this week, but the site's hits weren't really kicking sky high, so inevitably in "Henry" style, I told myself, "Fuck, oh well." Ultimately, this may be another drought from actual "thought-out" posts, but hey, we all need a break from ridiculousness (like that word, you see, already I did it).

So, to my invisible cyber frenetic audience, I bid you adieu. 15 days I'm left rotting. 15 days I'm a-comin' home.


p.s. Purchased the CYHSY record. Hopefully I won't piss myself too much when I finally get it.

p.p.s (p.s.s.?) I'm in Austin on the 23rd. I'm in Sugar Land the 20th.

last p.s. "Ridiculousness": pff, what an f-ing ridiculous word.

That was blogtastic.