Working It Out On The Inside: I Don't Know Who I Hate More: You or Me.

Bill: Do you find me sadistic? You know, I bet I could fry an egg on your head right now, if I wanted to. You know, Kiddo, I'd like to believe that you're aware enough even now to know that there's nothing sadistic in my actions. Well, maybe towards those other... jokers, but not you. No Kiddo, at this moment, this is me at my most... [cocks pistol]
Bill: masochistic.
The Bride: Bill... it's your baby... [Gunshot!]

-Kill Bill Volume 1

Even though I just sat here for ten minutes trying to dig deep and find something profound or compelling to write about, I've failed. I have nothing to say. Actually I have a lot to say...a whole lot. But then I remember that a handful of people actually read this and that scares me. I guess I won't be reminiscing about the time I discovered that I could talk to my penis and it told me to go on a murdering spree and call myself the Zodiac killer in the 60s and 70s. I hope the government reads this blog and arrests me.

Some Crap-Your-Pants worthy songs you MUST download:
Embrace "Out of Nothing"
Bloc Party "Blue Light (Anti Gravity Remix)"
Air "Run"
Mogwai "I Know You Are But What Am I?"

Last night I was studying for a political science exam, had the television turned on TLC, and this marathon of a show called "Little People, Big World" was playing. It's a reality show that follows a dwarf family -- well, the mother, father, and one of the sons have dwarfism. It's my new favorite show...but that tends to change every week. You should watch it. The end.
http://tlc.discovery.com/fansites/lpbw/lpbw.html?clik=netmain_feat1

Kimberly drove up to Plano this weekend and we both stayed with Laura and Kevin. Good times had by all...even if we did end up getting into random philisophical arguments about life a couple of times. Wait, more like sitting and listening to Kimberly talk my ear off with her saturated stereotypes and irritating and stifling ramblings about evolution and plastic surgery. Did I just say that? We have variety in our family...I love it.

You know who I hate? James Brown...what a freak.

I wanted to use this portion of the blog to shoutout to Allie who gave me a drunk dial at 1am on a school night last week. She is a true friend. Thanks for the laugh.

Here are the pictures from last weekend...enjoy!

I told Laura that I could practically make a photo album out of Riley photos...it's probably true. Maybe I'll do that when he dies. Woah...had a Debbie Downer moment just now.