david b hart is a rockstar.

she's flying on wings of silver. the dramamine tastes so bitter in her mouth.

Instead of writing articles, I've been making inflammatory posts. And instead of doing work, I've been smoking rocks. Actually, no, like Jonathan Richman, I'm straight [unlike Hippy John]. But unmarried [like the pope]. And seeking a wife [unlike the pope].

Last night I got duped into paying a lot of money for Thai food. So next week's "eating on Saturday" budget is all spent. Toothpaste for dinner! From now on, take note that Cholie's and a good six-pack will split three ways at $5.

Back to "work"! Love is a funny thing. I think I've fallen in love with all of Greg Cartwright's bands.