I'm going to riff for a while.
Currently, I'm listening to Ben Harper's Live from Mars, a tour on which I saw him, at my old haunts on the campus of Georgetown University. Great little double album.
I saw Star Wars: Attack of the Clones. Good action, lousy dialogue, too much exposition, Natalie Portman has great tits.
I just saw American History X, a good movie with a terrible ending. I was so horrified, I kept screaming, "John Singleton called- he wants his ending to Higher Learning back!"
"Difficult? Well, this is Mission Impossible, Mr. Hunt. Difficult should be right up your alley." Next season on ABC: Mission Difficult.
I am neither handsome nor funny nor rich nor thin enough to attract women. Or gay men. I guess it'll have to be sheep. Anyone know a sheep ranch within 20 miles of Jackson, MS?
But seriously, I gotta say: Where are all the white women at?
I may go back to see Star Wars again, just to see if it's exactly the same as it was last time. I bet it will be. It will be.
My parents seem to be having a lot of fun, now that both my sister and I have jobs, and futures. For a while, the rents were worried. I would have been worried too, but all that alcohol kept me narcotized.
I've enjoyed our brief time together. Please remember the leave the money on the nightstand when you go. Thanks.
