there once was a girl from nantucket....

i went to vegas. jacy and laura went too. at one point laura got her shoe stuck in the sidewalk and yelled at the mass of people behind her "you can go around me!" then some nice gentleman advized her to take her shoe off. i'm just glad she didn't fall and go rolling on the ground due to cylintrical force. or is it centrifugal. if only i were an engineer i might know. those last three sentences aren't suppose to make sense. they're inside jokes that i could explain, but then they wouldn't be inside anymore.

my knee is swollen. i didn't know why. then i banged it on the desk at work this afternoon and i remembered that i do that every day at least twice. i mean i'm not a doctor or anything, but that might not be so good for my knee.

jose (my lead instructor at work) played a festival show in laredo this weekend. jessica (my other lead instructor) and i decided to road trip it down and surprise him. after that show, they had to play this wedding reception after party and none of the guys really wanted to do it, so jess and i called the cops and complained about the noise. it rallied about 5 cop cars, but they didn't shut the shit down so jessica and i decided to just crash the party and float the keg.

because i love you, get yerself some ed harcourt.

because he's a porn actor (and by porn actor i mean a badass), go here.

because it's flippin' random, and strangely brilliant, go here.

because i'm already going to hell, sing this to the tune of 'yankee doodle dandy':
helen keller went to town, riding on a pony
stuck a feather in her hat, and called it eahegh.

damn the man.
save the empire.