flat
waiting, waiting, waiting. for riches, for love, for the cool winds of autumn that don't arrive in atlanta until the middle of november. I am getting excited about next weekend. I meet with the good guys, record some more box blowing jams, have a birthday, close in on thirty. maybe my dad'll be there. he's been in nyc recently on business. I went to see the secret lives of dentists last night and despite grand performances, I found it trite, and left the theater unmoved. I wait patiently for my netflix, some truffaut (sp?) a joni mitchell doc, and thunderbolt and lightfoot. we'll see how that goes. robin tuney (sp?) was in dentists. her part couldn't've been smaller but my heart would race every time she came on screen. I dated a girl that worked in a dentist's office once, always found it sexy. I bought silent hill 3, hopefully that'll eat up some weekend. I read my lyrics to the christmas song to my dj last night. he approved. everyone's approved, including benji, of the idea. I talked to my mom and told her how worried I was that I'd be forced to write unflattering depcition of christmas in my house growing up, but found an out. you'll just have to wait and see. i love making her laugh. she's so easy in that regard. whereas the rest of the time I'm trying to make comedian's laugh and they don't want to laugh at anything but their own jokes. ugh. I'm bored. nothing to do tonight. no cable, no netflix, no ganj, no gas, no beer. grrrr... I'm a bad mood dude. telephone call: oh, that was security, my passenger side tire is pretty low. great. I could use some air myself. xomc.