Boring day at work today, tomorrow will be no better. Last night Moe and I went and bought an older Bayside cd and the newest Death Cab for Cutie. Which, by the way, I'm not very impressed with thus far. I'm only six songs in, and the first two totalled about 20 minutes out of my day. I'm driving Morgens truck until I can get Candices' brakes fixed by Nick *not durt* on Monday I think. This morning was an intense reminder of life in Iowa. The smell of the rain, the feel of the cool rainy breeze. The smell of my own cigarette burning reminded me of being in Megans' car. It was surreal. Tomorrow I'm going to try and go through all my old entries and re-tag em, so as to make things easier to find. You know, in reference? My own Livejournal is starting to bore me. That, too, is what I'll be doing tomorrow: looking for stuff to read. There aren't a whole lot of people updating on my friends list. Damn the LJ bandwagon everyone jumped on four years ago, and have since abandoned ship. Lame-o extreme-o. Going home to watch Lost (which I for one, had no idea was SO good) and eat something made of turkey. I don't entirely remember what I'd agreed to.

the shins are pretty good. having to be at work at 830 in the morning isnt. but i do get to sit on my ass most of the day. tomorrow *as in most saturdays* i'm playing receptionist while ours has a day off. tonight? not sure yet. jyles off to havasu with natasha, amwake is out of school and looking for something to do, bert said to call her. i think. and cheech and durt are always free to hang out. guh, they need to get jobs. all three of em. little dude included. livejournal i think is starting to bore me, theres never anything really new on here. no one updates all that much. no one comments all that much. all i have to occupy my wandering mind is reading random peoples old journal entries. that makes me a lurker, doesnt it?

damnit.

in this time and place, everything is different. this is probably one of THE best modest mouse songs. no one reads this anymore i suppose. it seems its become something sort of for myself. a reminder. a post it note on the side of the road to where ever im going. i think something has to change. the post-it notes are blowing away...