what a long night that started out well but progressively worsened. i believe i smell like an enchanting mixture of charcoal, meat, alcohol, and cigarettes. ah, asian people.

random thing i was wondering about: guys tend to like bbq's and meat. girls at barbecues leave smelling like bbq and meat.
so guys, do you find girls who smell like barbecue to be attractive? or do they just make you hungry?
perhaps i can research this and patent the scent. they have new car smell...why not barbecue smell?

i think i have horrible luck, timing, the whole shabang. or maybe i only like to blame something when much of the responsibility falls upon myself in the end. what a sad thought.

"another one bites the dust"? probably regretfully true. i don't like how two adverbs sound right after one another. oh well.

sorry for such a rambling, incoherent entry. instead, listen to grandaddy's "now it's on" =)

i hate turning it off so often, but at least it gets easier and easier.

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"Now it's on" -Grandaddy

now that the cay's in place
where the sea is to be
it seems that i'm seasoned to be
in a season of the old me
i wouldn't trade my place
i got no reason to be
weathered and withering
like in a season of the old me

bust the lock off the front door
once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
light the light on the front porch
once it's on you'll never wanna turn it off anymore
and now it's on

now it's on

now that the lake's in place
where the dead sea is to be
it seems that i'm seasoned to be
in a season of the old me
i wouldn't trade my place
i got no reason to be
weathered and withering
like in a season of the old me

bust the lock off the front door
once you're outside you won't want to hide anymore
light the light on the front porch
once it's on you'll never wanna turn it off anymore
and now it's on...