These Are A Few Of My Not So Favorite Things...

1. Rodents... mice, hamsters, gerbils, guinea pigs.They freak me out. As a child my mother thought she could help me get over my fear of rodents by purchasing a hamster and a cage and putting it in my room(Needless to say it didn't work). His name was Harry, and he lived 3 years. Now three years is along time to share a room with a hamster that you couldn't even look at. I never played with him, I left that up to my parents. Any time I would go to my room I would throw a sheet over his cage. Poor Harry.

2. Mayonnaise, Miracle Whip, or any other condiment that contains the mixture off egg whites, vinegar, and oil. No Thank You.

3. Stockard Channing.

4. Nosey people.

5. Conservative Evangelicals with their Hyper-Faith.

6. Most, if not all sitcoms from the 70's.

7. Minutemen. Not the band, but the neighborhood watch group along our borders.

8. Glenn Beck.

9. Rush Limbaugh.

10. Torture.

11. The middle of the states.

If I were to make a mix tape today, these would be the songs I would be a mixin'.

1. Gauge Away-Pixies
2. Sometime Around Midnight- The Airborne Toxic Event
3. All My Loving- The Beatles
4. Good Friend Yr Hunger- Castanets
5. Moi Je Joue- Brigitte Bardot
6. First Breath After Coma- Explosions In The Sky
7. 5 Years Time- Noah and The Whale
8. Messenger- Blonde Redhead featuring David Sylvian

9. Oxford Comma- Vampire Weekend
10. Electric Renaissance- Belle and Sebastian

Happy Belated Earth Day

There's a swirl of garbage in the middle of the Pacific twice the size of Texas, and 90ft. deep. It consist mainly of plastics such as tooth brushes, grocery bags... Basically you name it and it's floating out there.

Sorry for my absence

Take note, never purchase anything off Craigslist. Last month I was abducted while purchasing designer jeans from a man named Lee. Not as in Lee Smith or even Lee Sternberg, but as in Lee Wong. I was to meet him at his house to make the purchase. Never meet at the sellers house. Always meet in large crowded places, and if you happen to decide to meet at their house never graciously accept a cup of Song Luo tea, because you will wake up in a sweatshop as a slave in Chengdu, China making jeans next to a 12 year old girl who doesn't speak your language and wont even look at you.
Survival mode stepped in, and as I shared a sweat stained cot every night for a month with a girl named Hao I learned how to write SOS letters in 4 different languages. For almost a month, every night when I went to cot I wrote four letters, and every morning when I went to labor I snuck the letters into 4 separate pairs of jeans. Size 7, size 9, size 12, and one plus size, size 18. Luckily a Canadian transsexual named Luscious found my letter, and thanks to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police I was freed.
And that is why it's been so long since my last posting.