Last night I had a really intense ``Marla Singer comes down the stairs in the morning'' style passionate dream about someone random who I have really no thoughts of being with. The night before I had an equally intense dream about plotting and killing the person they sometimes sleep with over and over again in a variety of creative ways. My subconscious needs a chill pill.
Seeing Bob Mould again on Thursday in my new home town of Hoboken. noelr, hiphopatcong, and others will be joining Pete and I.
shmivejournal sends me this link, and acts confused. Clearly he doesn't have photographic memory or his secretaries are getting sloppy. I get all passive aggressive subconsciously and forget his radio show. neenerface once told me I was the epitome of passive aggressive. Gandhi ain't got shit on me.