youmakemetouchyourhandsforstupidreasons

I'd been looking forward to getting a new toothbrush all day. After a worthless drive to Pacifica and San Mateo, I got one.

Yesterday I went by Aardvark Books over on Church and I found a copy of Henri-Pierre Roché's Jules and Jim. I'd been trying to track down a used copy for a while and just happened to stumble upon one as I browsed the bookstore. I do have to say Francois Truffaut's film version is probably one of my favorite films, if not my favorite.

My absentee ballot has been sitting in my room for a few days. I need to get a stamp.

If I were to stick my old roommate's head in a bathtub full of water, how long would it take for him to drown?

Why does TRL have to come to an end?

Is it so bad that I've taken up John Mayer recently?
Not at all.
At least it's not the Jonas Bros.
Maybe I'll check them out next.
Actually, no. That will never happen.

According to Woody Allen, once a guy is initiated into the mafia he is forbidden from ever whacking someone by the name of Vito.

More people need to listen to International Superheroes Of Hardcore.
And Maylene and the Sons of Disaster.
Maybe even some Mêlée.
I could go for some Henry Mancini right now.