Whatever happened to the Taco Bell dog? I know the guy who did his voice is this flaming liberal stand-up comic now. That sucks. I liked him when he was just a stupid dog.
Monthly Archive for May, 2004
I am now the proud owner of all nine FIVE IRON FRENZY albums. Oh man, I think this officially makes me the coolest human being in Broward, if not the world. Either that or I really need to start listening to some new music. Or both. Or neither.
While I’m on the subject of FIF… girls who play the saxaphone are dreamy.
::sigh::
Lately I wouldn’t be surprised if I found myself on the cover of some important newspaper. For the past 2 weeks I’ve had a series of violent dreams, which I know not what to attribute to. There have been dreams where I smash someone’s face with a small television or completely punch a man who insults my brother. The strange thing is that it seems completely justified when I am in there. For instance, the tv-smashed guy had been chasing a group of my friends through a series of houses until we finally pinned him to the ground. I took the initiative to stop him, grabbing the nearest weapon I could find, a 17-inch Zenith. The punch victim had it coming in my dream last night. My brother and I were in the process of placing a bomb on an enemy’s bus (I don’t remember why he was so bad), and this man began to accuse Tony of wrongdoings when a local police officer passed by on foot. Seeing the potential danger for my brother, I came up behind this guy grabbing his sleeve, as if I was going to tell him something important. In fact, I even began to tell him something.
“Excuse me, you forgot to…”
And that’s when I totally slugged him in the face. He was on the floor and my brother and I were on the run. I can remember it was nighttime and we were panting frantically as we led the chase, the cops and locals running behind us.
The rest is a blur. I don’t know what it all means. Naturally I’m a very pacifistic guy, but in these dreams I don’t hesitate to cause harm to my enemies. It’s come to a point where I’m starting to fear any confrontation at all, not for my sake, but for the sake of whoever starts any trouble. I wouldn’t wanna drop a tv on someone’s face repeatedly. Oh, I forgot to mention that I smashed his face about 3 times. I don’t remember blood though, which is a good thing. Blood makes me squeemish.
In conclusion, stay out of my dreams or you’ll be in danger of getting 0wn3d.
On a lighter note: Happy Birthday Nate and Nat! Feels pretty good to be 19 eh?
