curbdrop out of grace

the curse of the fork continues

i posted something this morning straight out of bed but it didn't post. the title posted, but not the body, which is sort of the important part.

it's like dating a girl without a vagina, sort of the important part. well who knows, maybe she's got a deep deep innie.

this is what i wrote before (the jist anyway):

i had some wierd fucked up dreams last nite... only 3 i can remember though:

1. i was just walking around singing "the sound of settling" by death cab and then i woke up and from my alarm but was singing outloud, continued the song flow.

2. i dreamt missy was on vacation (she is) and i wrote her a letter (i did but didn't send) and she got it sometime. she was skiing (she isn't, she's like in south america or central am) and stopped at a coffee shop (not caribou or starfucks) and checked her mail there. she was happy about the letter, so she called me up using some video conferencing shit. she was wearing this blue tanktop.

3. i was on keith's blog and he had a sweet set up... seriously, keith and a sweet set up. and he had all these miniture pictures of his friends with links to other peoples' sites, like box, chambers, me, billy, etc. and i was just in awe of how awesome his site was.

maybe because i doubt keith could ever build such a thing or maybe because gorman's site sucks so badly it's not even up anymore. fuck you box.

that's what i had. my left shoulder feels all fucked up. normally, it's my right that is sore if any are sore, and one usually is.

i'm going to try and play guitar tonite.

on a separate note, tonite will be 3 for 3. yesterday was 2 for 2. and sunday was 1 for 1.

posted by fillshe @ 7:46 PM