I love Gary Busey. I also mistaked Nick Nolte for Gary whilst watching New York Stories.

Gone: Getting Over Negative Energy
Faith: Fantastic Adventures In Trusting Him
Sober: Son Of a Bitch Everything's Real
Fraud: Finding Relevant Answers Under Deception
Freedom: Facing Real Exciting Energy Developing Out of Miracles

I could really go for a...body massaaage. Body Massage. Body Massage.

I sat in my room on Friday night listening to growing and searching "Psychadelic Graphics". This was done in a completely sober state of mind. I think having a room to myself for the first time in years is really exciting me because I spend a good 80% of my time at home in my room, on my bed, and I like my roommate so I'm not avoiding. I should put up a drawstring with hooks from the fridge to my bed so that I can never leave. Reminds me of those little buckets they have in the waiting line for the ride Star Tours at Disneyland that have baskets of weird electronics. I also remember being a kid and thinking that was the ride and wondering how lard-o's would fit in the tiny baskets. Turns out I was just an imbecile which is probably part of the reason I got lost on the same day at Disneyland in line for the same ride. Man, I'd probably still cry the way I did that day if I lost my friends in Star Tours. That shit is whack.

Biking w/ faces I Dislike.

When I leave my apartment at a certain time (usually after 9am) in the mornings, I typically run into this other cyclist...whom I CANNOT STAND.

I have no reason to dislike him based on personal accounts. But I will tell you why I do dislike dueto my psychotic nature.

He rides this retarded mountain bike...we're in Oakland, not fuckin Big Bear Mountain. He also sports a stupid helmet, his helmet looks even more stupid on him because it's red and his bike is also red; I have an uncanny feeling this was on purpose...I may be making this up (maybe not), just to get more irked, but I think he also wears a dumb red windbreaker jacket.

His face looks like a tattletale's face.

The thing about his demeanor that DRIVES ME NUTS is he also passes me on his bike, like we're fucking racing to work. I mean REALLY?? I'm just taking a leisurely bike ride everyday to work, I'm not trying to win the Tour De France.

I dread coming out of my apartment because I'm scared I'll run into him.

I want to sock him in the balls.