Wednesday, December 13, 2006

hurmh. currently contemplating wittier subject lines.

The dirty, dirty Mexican food was just that. Minus the bag of potato chips. It made me nauseous. Enchiladas verdes + Las Palmas + weakly affluent western suburb of Chicago = not so good times. I jammed with my brother tonight. No matter how amazing he gets at guitar, and he is damn good, I can, do, and will out-sing him any day. Thank God for that. Alright, more from the hospital tomorrow. pax.

1 comment:

Megan Amanda Steffen said...

I'm a big fan of inserting the lyrics of whatever song I'm listening to at the time. Then it's like a little puzzle people can easily solve by copy-and-pasting into their google toolbars!