[ mood | sleepy ]
[ music | Deftones – “Passenger” ]

I had this really weird dream last night. I was at an awards show with a bunch of people from high school. Angelina Jolie was onstage presenting a piece on someone that looked like Ray Walston, but in the dream I knew he was dead, so I was confused because he was in the audience. Anyway, she gets done and goes back to her seat. All of a sudden on the big monitors we see a close up of her back at her seat, and she’s lifting up her dress and the woman next to her is playing with her cootchie. Everyone in the audience is like.. .”waaaaaaaaa?!” Me and my friends are just cracking up. There are kids in the audience crying. They go to commercial, and people in the audience start leaving in droves. Then my friends and I get up and get better seats since everyone is leaving.

End of dream.

What the fuck was that about? I’ve never dreamed of Angelina Jolie before. I mean she’s pretty, but she doesn’t do much for me. And Ray Walston? And the kids crying, and the PDA and groping? At any rate I’m running late for work now.

[ mood | sore ]
[ music | The Hives – “Hate to Say I Told You So” ]

Okay, Swedish music rules… It’s the only thing that can get me off lately. And The Hives are my new favoritist band ever. Much props to this_years_girl for scoring me the CD — it is good to have friends in the music biz still… wheeeeee.

My friend Udi is back safe from Israel… wheeeeee.

Haven’t seen Spiderman yet, but I’m gonna…. wheeeee.

The squirrel thing still makes me laugh… wheeeee.

I’ve had a fucking headache for a week, and it’s driving me nuts, so that sucks.

But my insurance should be kicking in pretty soon, so I can go to the doc and get it checked out… wheeeeee.

I think the thing I like most about The Hives, besides the really good, short songs, is that “Creepy Mustache Dood Bass Player” guy…

I just realized I don’t spell wheeee the same way Threebrain spells weeeeee….

Okay. Headache. Pain. Eyes hurt. Strain. Bed now.